11-09-2025, 01:13 PM
Side Angle Side
In the darkness
I remember the contours
of your shape.
We now lie
backs not touching
facing away
into the same depression
of the mattress sinking
lower each year.
In the darkness
I remember the contours
of your shape.
We now lie
backs not touching
facing away
into the same depression
of the mattress sinking
lower each year.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson