She lifts her head
She lifts her head
But a few inches from pillow,
Where head, a blonde mess,
Has night time rested
Is it dawn or day,
Sky or rain,
Time to rise, coffee make or time to lay
Back down.
I answer all,
For I've been up for h/ours,
(You know doing what),
Place my hand 'pon her head
and gentle it back down.
Pillowed, I thrown in a few kisses
To that tangled mess,
For my hands, my lips,
My writing utensils,
Write her poem,
This poem,
And answer all her questions,
never spoke, never asked,
N'ere a single word out loud passes.
At 5:45 AM, just now.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 5:47 AM UTC
She lifts her head
She lifts her head
But a few inches from pillow,
Where head, a blonde mess,
Has night time rested
Is it dawn or day,
Sky or rain,
Time to rise, coffee make or time to lay
Back down.
I answer all,
For I've been up for h/ours,
(You know doing what),
Place my hand 'pon her head
and gentle it back down.
Pillowed, I thrown in a few kisses
To that tangled mess,
For my hands, my lips,
My writing utensils,
Write her poem,
This poem,
And answer all her questions,
never spoke, never asked,
N'ere a single word out loud passes.
At 5:45 AM, just now.
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