unless you have lain with her
in such impossible tangles
that you forget which limbs are hers
and which are yours.
and you cannot
compare her to anything
until you have seen her delicate face
grow brighter and brighter
with the approaching dawn.
and, when you are stumbling home
with sleepless eyes,
and your clothes are heavy
and sweetened with her memory,
ah, then and only then
will i allow you
to speak of her at all.
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I really like this one. It's different. "stumbling home with sleepless eyes"...that's a good one. hmm...
Yes, I agree, this is a 5 stary.
I love the imagery. Thanks for all of your contributions to Scrawlers.
I'm gonna step out of bounds here a little, using the notes section for ancillary discussion. Feel free to share your poetry at Scrawlers. Of course, 100 words or less may be too tight for some of what you have to share. Unfortunately I don't know of any similar, poetry-focused sites.