Double Sunrise Shell Poem by Charles Eastland

Double Sunrise Shell



DOUBLE SUNRISE SHELL

She comes in the night
Packed for a trip
Hairdryer, clothes, books
And for me her lips

We're wrapped in our needs
Before words are spoken
This woman of calm waters
This man of salt and furor

In the morning she’ll recede
To an office without windows
In my comb I’ll feel her light
Twice fragile, twice bright

Charles Eastland

Thursday, August 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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