Thursday, April 29, 2004

POEM OF THE DAY II. Here also is the first poem I had published.


In the long, long night
when I am hot
and she is cold
the ceiling fan blows and blows.

One white leg, the blanket escapes.
Nothing else but face appears.
Face and foot float in the dark
while I break out in sweat.

I sit up and look for help,
my eyes adjusting to the dark.
I ask her if she is awake.
She grinds her teeth and sleeps.

I awake with a start,
my head against the wall.
Her face and foot have disappeared.
Her fingers rest lightly on mine.

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