Wednesday, September 26, 2012


The dogs have taken over the bed again
and I am used to avoiding sleep
These nights when I feel I am on the pinnacle of something great
My hands touch keys with fierce fervor
Attention sucking time from air
Until I am one with my thoughts
Articulating like limbs
Stretching out through the night
To touch the parts of you
That my hands cannot.

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