Randomly written on the train today
Easing myself off the bed
is far easier said.
Had there been a glass of wine
perched on the opposite side of the mattress
It would have fallen with my breath.
Instead, you rouse softly
and spill your arm across
the space between us.
I stifle my exhale,
Hoping you stay in the fields of sleep.
I need a moment alone with the moon.
A moment to bargain with the daylight hours-
to bargain for more moments before they arrive,
so I can figure this all out.
Created: Nov 15, 2009MetristAdrift Document Media