I awake with thoughts of you in my head
From the detritus of dreams upon an unmade bed
You rise
Your fingers linger
Languorously leafing
Through the tangled mess
Of my hair
And with the coming of the sun
You leave
Melting into the sudden light
Vanishing like a sprite
With just the ghost of a smile
Left behind
Playing upon my mind
1 comment:
Beautiful metaphors. I like "detritus of dreams upon an unmade bed".
Hope your writers block is on the thaw :)
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