Sunday, November 20, 2011

song of longing

how strange to walk
through suburban neighborhoods
at night, to see glimpses
of people's lives through
the lacy eyelashes of curtains

walking past an open window:
inside, a bed filled with
mussed hair and sleep,
white sheets socked
around two bodies
breathing and beating
in tandem

two pairs of feet,
tangled at the ankles

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