Friday, June 3, 2011

Still for suckers

I want to hold her. I want her to hold me.
I want to feel each breath she takes.
In a bed,
Just big enough for two,
Holding on tight,
All night.

Instead, it’s up early
And alone.
Off to work to
the embrace of a cold
desk and chair.

I’m sure she’s sleeping,
dreaming of shoes,
While I toil and trouble
in this cube.

She’s half covered
with covers, arm up
under her head,
A bare shoulder
exposed to the morning
As she rests.
Each breath taken through
soft lips. A testament
to her gentle beauty.

I’d be there if I could. I want
her to want me there.

But I’m a worker bee sucker.
And suckers
Never

win

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