poem~ a.m.

a.m.

falling into you
out of your blue cotton
bed sheets
    sitting up
    on my knees to stare
into your eyes we are
afraid to talk 
we are burdoned
with the silence of 
all that is too real to be
outside a dream.

Nikki Lockhart

 

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