You wish me
To wax poetic this soon
After waking?
Thinking of you
Sinking into me
Holding you…
Waking next to you is like opening my eyes
Finding the storm has finally broken
And the sun has shown through
You wish me
To wax poetic this soon
After waking?
How so
You leave me
Without words…
Chris McQueeney 1/10/12 2:33PM
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 1/12-/18/12 on Promising Poet’s Parking Lot
