Dusk
At dusk,
we gather together in the same bed
that smiles a toothless grin at us.
The windows moan
and blankets, our barriers, disappear.
We are a sprawl of limbs
filled with tiny lanterns.
And when the sun sets,
our bones shine golden
to keep us sane.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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