Visits

Grown Up 2 by Michelle Meister

You come in my dreams
when the wind howls.
When the city survives
on restless sleep,
liquid darkness and warm molasses.

When the agony of interruption
becomes a second skin
you visit.
Always in my dreams.

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2 Responses to Visits

  1. kvennarad says:

    Excellent poetry!

    M
    __________
    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland

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