the doughy round of your nose
nuzzle-burrowing as it does
my bewhiskered neck
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
the cottony caress of your yawn broken breath
blowing as it does, midsummer breezy
my threadbare open chest
It is not easy, you know
having to sleep
alone
the butterfly blare of your blinking
beating as it does
my back rubbed
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
the doughy round of your nose
nuzzle-burrowing as it does
my bewhiskered neck
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
the cottony caress of your yawn broken breath
blowing as it does, midsummer breezy
my threadbare open chest
It is not easy, you know
having to sleep
alone
the butterfly blare of your blinking
beating as it does
my back rubbed
I miss it so
sleeping
alone
Copyright David Munro 2010