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I dream the most amazing women.
Last night, one simple and lovely-

She trusted me,
Turned to me in her need,

Leaned on me physically,
Bent over me, speaking
Her perspective into my eyes.
She was my friend
And I was grateful.
With her, I needed no pretense.
That was peace I don’t know
In the light.
So I slept her existent
And I was happy,
And then I woke her away.


Hi Michael,
I like the simplicity of language here that packs complex emotions with power, especially "her persepctive into my eyes" and your strong last 3 lines.
twitches said…
I agree, the last three lines are lovely yet sad. "I slept her existent" shouldn't make sense, and yet, it does.
Pauline said…
You DID put all that into the poem. And she is part of your life, as you've committed her to waking memory in such a beautiful way.
Novel Nymph said…
I was in awe of your contribution to this week's Poetry Thursday--then I scrolled down and found this...

...I am lucky to have been exposed to your talent over my morning coffee.

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