In the middle of an action movie
Hours before the strike of midnight
Minutes after back meets bed
He slumbers and snores
While she makes midnight her noon
And darkness her muse
She works in the quiet of night
And sleeps at the burst of dawn
Three longitudinal lines divide
The bed from left to right
Crazy body time zones
Separate man and wife
He rests. She wrestles.
He wakes. She wanes.
He drifts. She dreams.
He asks why.
She wonders when the two shall meet.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Nocturnal Impasse
Posted by gege at 10:35 PM
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2 comments:
How creative is your blog layout!! Great idea. I also think this poem describes to a t the "opposite" attraction that brings two people together! I loved your poem about the horse on every photo. You must very, very busy with all these blogs and writing:)
I, agree. What a great layout, and I can't help wondering if this about you?
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