The nightsky, a backdrop
painted milky white,
softened by the drifting of snow
On our backs
the roof, cold and hard
beneath us
a blanket of white covers the world
Slipping free,
falling softly into the drifts below us
as I close my eyes
you brush my lips with a kiss
I snap awake
but you're gone.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
The nightsky, a backdrop
painted milky white,
softened by the drifting of snow
On our backs
the roof, cold and hard
beneath us
a blanket of white covers the world
Slipping free,
falling softly into the drifts below us
as I close my eyes
you brush my lips with a kiss
I snap awake
but you're gone.
(c) Jesse Bourque
"And when I woke, it was still present in my mind
It was some dream
Some dream"
- Tarkio
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