Andrew Kennedy Poems
|2.||Eye To Eye||8/27/2009|
|3.||She Walks In Beauty||8/27/2009|
|8.||Revise, Return, Repeat||8/27/2009|
|10.||Days Are As Night's Stand||8/27/2009|
|11.||A Martyr's Call||8/27/2009|
|12.||Time And Again||8/27/2009|
|14.||On Summers Edge||8/27/2009|
|15.||The Northern Sky||8/27/2009|
|16.||Naked We Sleep||8/27/2009|
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Naked We Sleep
You were glad to night, and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed.
But as you fall asleep I hear you say,
those tired and sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
I daunter in as to your ears are to be found,
as found is your soft kissed neck.
An illuminating whisper to your dry mouth,
as I unbind your cloth's last thread.
Now naked we sleep.
The Northern Sky
Against the stone breakwater,
only an ominous lapping while the wind surges overhead.
Coming down from the mountain,
whistling between the arbors and the winding terraces.
A thin whine of wires,
a rattling and flapping of leaves.
And the small street lamps swinging and slamming against
the city's skyscrapers.
Crackle's riddle the storm torn canvas,