Ink
My weary eyes glisten in the morning’s attempt at first light
I can’t explain how I see you in the ink-blotted night that lingers beyond its welcome
Presence and absence deceive my senses
Imagined shadows
Phantom embrace
Sandpaper tongue
Muted breaths
Wilting flowers
You roll from your back to your stomach
Too full of sleep to know that your body is a mechanized roller
that cranks like a handspun printing press to steal paper
thin sheets from me throughout the night
A chilly breeze floats along my skin in the pre-dawn hours
with you beside me is enough
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This poem notices something subtle and hard to put into words. The perfect setup for a poem.
Thank you!
“that cranks like a handspun printing press to steal paper/
thin sheets from me throughout the night” < I love that!
Thank you! Sadly, it’s true. My spouse is a wiggle worm and I sleep in one spot. The battle for the covers is over 20 years in the making. 🤣
What you manage to do so well is trick me, several times in the course of one poem, so that I have to read and re-read and even then am not sure how to leave your piece….feeling. You blend the potential positives and negatives and, in a snapshot, capture the complexity of emotions on a moment.
Your pieces have always hit me that way. And I love it.
Hello, H.A., my old friend.
Greetings, Joseph! Thank you for reading my poem. I always appreciate your kind words and feedback. I look forward to reading your work, friend.
I like the sense of contentment and peace that you end this poem with, makes it feel completely balanced on an emotional level. Thanks for sharing!
Many thanks, jspoetry. I appreciate your kind words. Thank you for reading!