Free Verse
Untidy Weavings
“I dream of you, more often than I’d like to admit. Every night if I could put a number to it. Under the cloth of darkness, within my cocoon of blankets that once cradled your skin; I lay awake thinking of everything under the sun. Praying, hoping for one night of untidy weavings. A semblance of idiocy that can be laughed about in the morning. Yet every night I dream of you. The longing that lingers on my lips, hunger upon my finger tips. A stampede of a thousand sparrows beating my chest. An eternity of honey sweetening my ears.
By Jake Trammell6 months ago in Poets