Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Waking

Waking

The warm body next to me moves
A stretch
A sigh
Fight against consciousness
Roll over
Eyes flicker
What time is it?

3 comments:

  1. hmm... Clicked on the link, thought there would be a poem here. Guess not. Glitch?

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  2. I'm not very high tech (trying to learn!), thanks very much for letting me know Gunther.

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  3. Your welcome. It looks good now. Nice poem.

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