Tagged: awake

at the very edge

at the very edge
of sleep, yeses and noes meet,
promise to be more

or less transparent, break bread
with the maybes that show up
.
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waiting for you to

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, my thigh is nestled
between your thighs – there

is an itch the size of your
slumber, waiting to be scratched
.
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you wake up early

you wake up early
to make sure that i have freshly
ground meat for the day’s

projects – i wake up early
to share our family’s love
.
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i don’t know, from day

i don’t know, from day
to day, what kind of world we
will be waking up

in. you asked does it matter?
it has always been this way

.
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i love you more

i love you more
than the chicken noodle
soup you made from
scratch last night when
i insisted on soup,
more than the carbon
monoxide alarm you
bought when you accepted
we could be dying, more
than all the kisses at
the threshold of departures
and arrivals, more than
b-flat minor, fingers
in a good book, toes
cooling in the washington
square park fountain,
i love you more than
writing about you when
you are asleep, yes,
still more
.
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and so it is, i

and so it is, i
am once again
over- and under-
thinking things like
you without a primer,
over- and under-
sensing the range for
exploration, the
extent to which
we can still
fumble,
over- and under-
flexing the muscle
that gets me most
in trouble
.
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