July 3, 2010

in Confessions,Lifestyle

Still in a dream
I wake beside you knowing
that though intertwined

we are not joined.
Your back answers questions
protesting from across the bed

echoing a sarcastic chorus
of distance; and yet close
enough to touch – but I

cannot reach.

*Thank you to New Plains Review who originally published the poem.

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