Clean Sheets Poem by Dean Meredith

Clean Sheets

Rating: 3.5


I wipe the sweat
Off of my brow
Is it mine or hers
Or ours

I like it shared
A bit of hers
Some of mine
Lots of ours

The way it runs
And drops
And wets
For hours

The wake and sleep
The dreams
We make
And live

The promises
We fail to keep
The love we take
And give

Friday, July 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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