Saturday, 25 January 2014

Done by Chery Moskowitz

Tonight I want to be read aloud to in bed.
I'm done with eyes and deciphering lines.
Done with looking too close,
that seeing thing.
FInished with the grip of the pen
or even being the teller of stories.
Leave that to others now -
tonight I will savour only your voice;
paperless, weightless
without permanence.


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