the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A Post To Date

A tired summer fever kept us wired from our sleep,
Waiting for the sun to rise, glued in sticky heat.
We burned classics from a week of trust contact
Until the morning light made new secrets
To be kept underneath the sliding seat.
Linen turned to waterfalls
Staying up and missing calls.
There's someone outside,
We lie and wait for the beep.
The alarms are coming early,
She convinces me to sleep.

1 comment:

benafito said...


I seriously just read this in library, and I had to jump from my chair and pace around the stacks for a while, but it the awesomeness just burned that much. I got a few weird looks.