Friday, September 17, 2010

sinking stone

it was getting more and more difficult
to rest my eyes
as each minute hid...
my heart still pounding : :: : :: : ::
after countless attempts of
grabbing for you
and returning with hands
full of this quiet room's
stale air.

and so, i call my cat over,
patting my stomach-
imagining i'm floating in a river
and the weight of her soft body
could sink me,
leaving me appropriately in solitude
with pebbles and curious fish.

but when i open my eyes,
she reaches out
and rests her paw on my mouth,
shaking her head-
reminding me that i signed up for this.

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