Sunday, May 28, 2006

"Moment"

The sound of the rain wakes me;
I think it's you in the shower
for one sleep-blurred moment,
and I reach to help dry
your heat-reddened skin,
pink-brown nipples, and darkened hair.
Awake, I pray for drought.

1 Comments:

Blogger Paula said...

That last line is highly emotionally charged, Hedgie. Very good one.

2:16 AM  

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