Grey Waves

in my city in september in the early morning
my wife lay on her side
still, and still
on the other side of the day

i used to see love
in the way her legs curled under her
her mouth slightly open
and a few wayward strands of hair

(with thier own eco-structures, seemingly;

i used to trace her body fingertip to tip,

in varying wonder of the various perfections,

her wrinkles,

her pimples,

her curves)
allowed to linger over her face

(this wasn't permitted, usually,

when awake;

her sighing arms and fingers an ever

churning slipstream of brushing away and tying ups)

i used to see love (yes, love)
our window was open only a few inches
and in the morning came, in grey waves

Reviews

[Patrick]

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[Malister Mikey]

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[John Anderson]

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[Lauriegirl]

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