on the mattress they discussed
matters of no importance
they described outlined revealed
what was immune to exposition
but rendered naked by bathroom light
on the sheet worn thin from dreaming
along the cotton ridges formed by fabric
within the changing lines of demarcation
they drew maps of souls in skin
outside, outside on the street below
girls danced arm in arm
with scarfs and shawls and skirts askew
dissolving into spring
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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