16 December 2009


a fleeting moment.
a chronic routine.
a precious keepsake.  
mine and yours alone.
we laze atop our deepest
of which we'll
soon fulfill.

heavy heads, powerlessly sunken,
and thankful for it.
for perfect dimples
on worn in pillows,
impossible to refuse-
a truly magnetic lure.

a television, not worth mentioning,
muffled by the affection
of body parts and
sweet whispers.
a comforter, from the knees and down,
draped aimlessly
over tangled feet and
knotted legs-

we’re a mutant for tonight.
we’re mutants.

1 comment:

Thank you for taking the time to read this little blog. Comments make me feel appreciated. And who doesn't like that? ;)

Kindly- Meghan

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