Bed HeadsA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceMorning lips upon my own with the words 'How did you sleep my love?'
The reply, 'I have no idea like shattered lightbulbs not a memory of one thing or another, You?'
'Oh,' I say, 'write that down.'
Yawns are yummy in the AM.
Then he arose to cream the latte.
What luck a moment to stretch lounge and ponder how did I possibly earn the splendor of True Love.
A partner in slumber with energy enough to care.
A night with or without dreams makes no difference when I am in the arms of this Man kind enough to wonder what mental calistentics occured in my own break time apart from him each night.
I will ravage him coddle him thank God for him caress him wake with him once more.
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceFeatured Review
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Added on May 22, 2008AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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