Poetry
lrig_rorrim's recent flurry of poetry postings (and if you haven't read it you should, she is bloody brilliant with them) has gotten me in the mood to dabble in poetry again. I haven't decided if that's a good or bad thing yet (likely bad).
it's cold and nearly midnight.
the meds will kick in eventually.
the alarm is armed but i still feel like any second
someone will come through the door
and there'll be nothing but my wits and some blunt knitting needles,
neither of which are particularly reliable.
how do i sleep without someone beside me?
the familiar sound of breathing in the dark
the whisper of blankets on skin and the way you sigh
when you twist and turn against your dreams.
a country away, a room away, or even the long distance in your eyes
miles and walls and doorways melt and meld
and it's all just space.
the space between here and now,
breaths and heartbeats,
and having you, one of you, any of you
to wake up to.
it's cold and nearly midnight.
the meds will kick in eventually.
the alarm is armed but i still feel like any second
someone will come through the door
and there'll be nothing but my wits and some blunt knitting needles,
neither of which are particularly reliable.
how do i sleep without someone beside me?
the familiar sound of breathing in the dark
the whisper of blankets on skin and the way you sigh
when you twist and turn against your dreams.
a country away, a room away, or even the long distance in your eyes
miles and walls and doorways melt and meld
and it's all just space.
the space between here and now,
breaths and heartbeats,
and having you, one of you, any of you
to wake up to.