Inspired by Anne Carson
I once woke in the darkness
to find you sleeping next to me
on the far side of my bed,
your sharp black outline pressed
firmly against the wall.
The hard breathing of your bad
dream cracked into the
darkness and for the first
time I felt deep within me
the primal urge
to hold you,
to blur with
my soft body
the dark pencil lines
the night had traced
around you,
erasing the fear
I found there.
Now through the sharp dry sleep
that accumulates in
the bleary corners of
my eyes, I find
only the
dark outline
of an empty shell.
~Rory Finnegan
I once woke in the darkness
to find you sleeping next to me
on the far side of my bed,
your sharp black outline pressed
firmly against the wall.
The hard breathing of your bad
dream cracked into the
darkness and for the first
time I felt deep within me
the primal urge
to hold you,
to blur with
my soft body
the dark pencil lines
the night had traced
around you,
erasing the fear
I found there.
Now through the sharp dry sleep
that accumulates in
the bleary corners of
my eyes, I find
only the
dark outline
of an empty shell.
~Rory Finnegan