I wake to doodles and drool
and lie to the beat of the
heat in my veins.
They circle me now and lurk by me now
and poke and they stroke my
reddened cheeks hidden under freckles.
The wind sneaks through the hinges
and quietly tinges my eyes with the
tears they've been meaning to let fall.
Circling, twirling and swirling
above, waiting for my blushing rhythm to
stain the sheets and so now they dive.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
I wake to doodles and drool
and lie to the beat of the
heat in my veins.
They circle me now and lurk by me now
and poke and they stroke my
reddened cheeks hidden under freckles.
The wind sneaks through the hinges
and quietly tinges my eyes with the
tears they've been meaning to let fall.
Circling, twirling and swirling
above, waiting for my blushing rhythm to
stain the sheets and so now they dive.
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