New Life came to me like a disease
Or a flood Suspended just below ground
until the dampness rose through the tile
The mortar gone porous
The house grown stale
and brittle over years that lead to tonight
when the well came up
overflowing itself first
then the yard
then squeezing into the bedroom
The air like soaked cotton filling my lungs,
never more thick than this moment when
I am reminded of you,
A head upon my pillow that isn't my own,
Your heart wide as the wind across the moor, as the storm
over the bay and just as soon to be gone
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Last edited by jiminizzle at Aug 10, 2013,
Trully, you're good. I can't write good poems in English. ;/