Sheets twisted from dreaming ankles
And wakelessly abandoned socks
Decorate my cotton cocoon.
My soft protective sheath enfolds me
While I undergo the transformation
From one day to the next.
Posted by bethini on Thursday, November 19, 2009, at 4:54 pm.Filed under poetry.Follow any responses to this post with its comments RSS feed.You can post a comment or trackback from your blog.
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