Monday, October 12, 2009

Verse: Thanksgiving

This is for
the moment
when the day
is spent

the sheets
to which
we retreat

The alphabet
that we forget

The fingertips
that brush
against the lips

The tenderness
that we express

The pillow
where your breath
grows slow

The eyes
that dim
as dreams
creep in

And you
as always
this is
for you

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