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Poem: Blanket

Intimate Nostalgia

By Jen EdenPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Poem: Blanket
Photo by Maddi Bazzocco on Unsplash

Time is a funny thing

I'm in your bed

Resting my head, where you rest yours

It smells the same here

My hands are the same

just older, more worn

more skilled

I wish I could show you

just how sure of themselves they are

they have a gift

a timeless talent

an ability to take emotions

and turn them into touch

for you

for all of it

all the growth

the expansion of my mind

My heart still beats

with a pounding rhythm

near you

It's a specific cadence

the sound of fantasy

of repetitive dreams

The reality that here I am again

wrapped in your blanket

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jen Eden

Here to tell my tales - to share what's inside of me. I'm not quite sure the purpose - I guess to leave a tiny shred of the moment in time, that was me.

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