eight o’clock
blankets
on six-thirty
floors,
your eyes open
wide sighing
more, more, more.
sighing more.
your nightgown is
sleeping
alone on the
chair
and laughing you
ask me
how did it get
there? sighing
more, more, more.
sighing more.
you want me for
breakfast,
i want you for
lunch,
time is in motion
each moment at
once
sighing more,
more, more.
sighing more.
more.
more.
sighing more.
7/23/12
