Kelly Seale (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)
The darkness of predawn, how the cool wind bites my lips
The stars winking at me, as my eyes adjust
Feeling a slight numbness in my fingertips
The drive in, filled with such solitude
Alone in my thoughts, never before have I felt so wide awake
A sudden chill creeps into my bones, a ghostly apparition
Causes me an involuntary shake
I stop dead in my tracks, the dust settles in
As you hover over me, grinning
And enter my skin.
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