Tuesday

Saturday Morning 10am.

Unpublished: Except Facebook
Performed: Dan O'Connor, 2005


I feel his kiss upon my cheek
His insistent caress warms me
I know I should arise
To embrace the day he offers me
But I am warm here
And the arms he offers are cold
They belie a bitter betrayal
His Luna Lover has left again
Exploding him into being
Color and light, mist entwines.
I throw the blankets over
And release the curtains hold

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