Monday, September 11, 2006


cold bathroom tiles
frosty wooden beams
cuddled beneath a blanket

you're a wonder
rising and falling softly
wondrously sleeping
with your eyebrows knit

snoring but I don't mind
against the wall
pins and needles
my arm is
pins and needles

1 comment:

cobaltgrc said...

my god. a lot of poems in one day.