Tuesday, May 24, 2011

ANONYMOUS

Looking over your shoulder

Looking over your shoulder you
attack the duvet, prepare the cat's 
bed and search through the draws

containing a mess of our 
old photographs that we joked
would one day be worth something

Fragments of whatever
lost pop songs I've forgotten 
gather behind heavy eyelids

Then that stark, get over here stance
and your naked, less than perfect knees
mean I don't sleep tonight.

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