Ms. Bed-Head rubbed out pebbles from her sunrise eyes, yawned and fell back on her pillow. Her hair - entwined with thorny midnight brambles, was still littered with subconscious suggestions, dreams and whatnot. She found it much easier to forgive her puffy face having come to realize the apparent necessity of these strange midnight visitations.
encounters with demons and such
a few fires, water, lovers, the knowing,
the unknown, some bliss, regret
the usual
going, coming, staying
longing
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Ah, this made me happy and sad at the same time ... which is surely a good thing, right?
ReplyDeletegreat stuff!!!
jonas :)
beautiful poem, Ms.bed-head ...
ReplyDeletewell worth a temporary morning
puffy face... :)
sweet dreams...