|Summer Night by A. Bloch (via Magpie Tales)|
are never good, shattered dream
cascading to thoughts of the dead.
people should respect the dead
of night & know I AM
cuddled tight to my dream
her legs twined with mine as i dream
of awakening realities, uplifting moments & the dead
aren't going anywhere in the early AM
but, i am sure, should my dreams be broken
into & stolen again by 'Can I speak to Linda?', someone
will be dead.
written for Magpie Tales in Tritina form, which we learned at dVerse Poets the end of last week....this was my second try, sticking a little closer to the form.