Friday, August 23, 2013

I wonder

I fell asleep
within your arms,
lying upon my parent’s
sunken-in old couch,
the only sound the
click-clock
of the
tick-tock  
upon the wall,
echoing the steady beating
of your heart.

And after we lie there
together

I wonder what
my mother would

think. 

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