Things
like his warm breath
on my neck
naked, curled around me
in sweet darkness
like the edge
on janis' voice
wailing with her whole self
compelling me along
like the ache
in my feet
from carrying coffeepots
all night long
like the fights
in my head
i have with imaginary him
never said aloud
like the sting
of smoke, so often
i've never minded
my addictions
like color bursts
in my vision
rippling, changing at a turn
of my head
like sunlight
as i try to sleep
while he flips and flops
and my mind hazes
~ from 1997
Copyright © Shelli Mcclaran | Year Posted 2010
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