Lover's Drift
Suspended in the unconscious,
Our dreams float apart.
Now our feet rarely touch,
Fingers separated,
Bodies turned away.
Sheets sheltering vulnerability,
Pillows turn to slate.
Insomniacs nightmare
As slowly,
We drift,
Further,
Away.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Copyright © Stephen Obeng | Year Posted 2011
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