Stirring Poem by Mark Money

Stirring



i heard you stirring.
couldn't get your channel on t.v.
but i love you anyway.
now i'm peeking through the crack in the door
seeing you sitting up in bed
covers bunched up around your knees- -
maybe i can steal away quietly
maybe i'll go to sleep and dream of you.


(1989- Tulsa, OK)

Friday, May 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dream girl
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Mark Money

Mark Money

Kansas City, Missouri
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