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Cliff Perkins
Poems
Sep 2018
Supper's Over
Hershey melts my mouth
Dogs lie content
Having licked the plates
Sugar high mixes with my wine
How can I write
When I cannot think?
You wash dishes
Tidy up the room
I sit here decadent
My eyes smell your perfume
Dishwasher thrums
Glasses clink and clatter
Two feet or four
Shuffle cross the floor
Such simple sounds
Slide into our silence
We dare not speak
Dare not break the spell
We sit on sofa
One upon each end
No glance passes
How long have we been here?
No way to measure
No words to mark the time
Quiet slips and settles round
Drugs our senses
Fogs our forgetfulness
Lamp light warms this cozy spot
Warm almost as the dark
Of the kitchen you just left
My ears are drunk
From soaking up your sounds
Written by
Cliff Perkins
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