SUMMER NAPS
I wish I could bring
one of my good summers
out for you;
then the prickly-sour
sweats waking me
each July morning
might not keep you
awake in the humid nights
watching me sleep.
I wish I could cough up
my will to live
on the days I catch
looks of fear and loss
when I close my eyes
in the afternoon heat.
2 comments:
Hi there mr. Poet, it's Steve (UK)
Looking forward to reading through your poetry properly (like what I've read so far) and keeping in touch.
Absolutely shattered, so not much in the way of wordy communication tonight.
Take care, chat t'y soon
S
x
Bugger. You having queasy times - go easy.
mad baggage
x
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