it dawned on me
and i was not ready,
felt your loving claw in my arm
and your nose on my cheek.
serene and stretching;
every morning is natural for you
and every yawn, every
receding sleep on known teeth
seems so beautiful.
(10/01/2017)
YOU ARE READING
THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
