CERTAINTY
It rains again
And I know this is love
I go back to sleep
As the vibration on the roof
Massages my soul
I am more comfortable than before
Because I can sleep better
More efficiently
This is medicine that tastes like candy
It has your face & your eyes
Your aftertaste
Drops of DNA
Are on my pillow
Remnants of my dreams
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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2 comments:
This is a good NW poem. I do like it when I wake up in the night and hear the rain, but I couldn't have captured it so well as this. Nice. Thank you.
Yes, this is a poem the people from the NW understand. Thank you for the comment.
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