a time or two
what comes of that:
like leprosy, that fits
like epileptic teeth
fit into tongues
til pried apart
so stuff a rag in it,
my love. I've heard enough
Each night, our needlework
undoes what dawn does to the day,
Cast off, we close the wound
and weep. But in the dreamforsaken dark,
some pitter-patter feet dance in
like storybook ex machinas -
they make the bed we wake up in,
and dawn does what it does to day.
And you see what you saw in me.
Tonight, let's stay up past our time
and catch them in the act!
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.