September 2, 2006

I Should Not Think Tonight


In pink socks,

a tepid thirst rising on my tongue.

I long for trailed puddles

to cease at my bedside.

Dainty flowers,

tame me

restrain me to nap.

Playful breeze,

snuff the flames

behind eager sight.

My mistake

to bargain

for deadweight.

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