Saturday, July 9, 2011

Blue Rabbit

The gentle pulse of crickets stuffed blue rabbit on your pillow

you’d kicked off all the blankets I stood there trying to decide if

I should tell you or I finally undressed and slipped beneath the sheets

beside you in the bed you stirred and made a little sound I laid

my palm upon your scalp and in your sleep I saw you smile I stroked

your golden hair you murmured No. Still smiling

no alarm clock's incandescent dial. You smiled

and no is what you said I know I'll  never sleep again.

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