---

 

Michelle


E. Fleischman


I would do well
to heed the trilling warnings
of my dreams. Horns going up and off,

red flags of bliss and terror,
a cacophonous conniption...
stop

Let me wake up in the morning
with a naked version of you yet in my head:
we’ve got so much to work through

we can’t even touch
the air around each other for all our
loves lost, living costs,

and the general grief...
it’s all silent in the end!
You face is perfect and

friendly terrain,
and i long for you,
is what i’m saying.

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...