|
By stephen Date: 2008 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.18.02.49.2544]] |
|
all that’s left is this lonely bed who’s length and width are boundless by god’s design how long can my legs stretch over edge how far can my arms reach the side to the end they will find the rhythm through my chest and this mattress through temple to pillow, it throbs from mind the percussion of your absence; it is torturous through this bed, my canvas, it speaks as alive |