adventures in dysthymia

Friday, July 04, 2014

Roll Over, a poem

Roll Over

Sometimes we need the comfort
of another beside us,
no more than the touch of one
body against one body

and sometimes it is a great
annoyance. Your steady breath
in the night may both
soothe and keep me from sleep.

That cost is not too much,
is it? Do not blame me
if I wonder, if I
turn away from time

to time. I always roll over
and face you again.

Stephen Brooke ©2014

I have written little poetry of this sort (or any sort) recently, but something occasionally finds its way to the surface.

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