dont find me

by idealisticnymph

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-30 21:04:00

Do not find me
When the day has slid to an end.
Slid, and you are left shifting.
Shifting, loosing ground gradually to the point of slope.
Do not find me.
I will not press my nose between your shoulder blades
There will be no shiver from the heat my mouth exudes
When I exhale as I sleep, beneath your hair.
Increasingly, the afternoon sun
Only casts a small shadow at your feet.

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