The Sleep Stole Me
this morning
when the sun hit in the window for good, burning; my lips, cheeks
shoulders, breasts,
skin
i opened
the eyes -
and i saw how we lost one of our lives -
all that remained was thirst
until the sun-cracked from our burning lips
- we snuck into it to pluck the stars for them, - lives
that
remained
non-stolen mornings
p.s. don't forget what you promised me
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021
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