In My Living Room
In my living room,
i am curled into a cedar rocker
listening to the spring rain
on my roof.
sipping on spidersilk chai,
webbing grasping onto
the ceramic rim
and the milk and honey
enveloping my lips.
i feel like my tongue is satin
and can speak no frail language
when i tell you love
is pain
and therefore is real.
Copyright © Xavier Ellerbe | Year Posted 2008
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