Monday, August 05, 2013

Meetings: A Poem

I snuggle under your blanket of words,
Made drowsy by its weight, its volume.
My eyes fight the light
As you tuck me in, phrase by prepositional phrase.

Murmurs on the edges lull me
And I drift into my doodled abstractions,
Absorbed by patterns and angles
Until you snick closed the slide show
And open Windows.

I take my leave and find coffee.