Braden Coucher

Rookie (December 10,1986 / Portland Oregon)

Not Dreaming In Color - Poem by Braden Coucher

Colorful nights I know.
She keeps me up with silence
And clammy palms,
Green pillows, phantom kisses.
Her pink reckless bad dream, elbows my ribs.
Her thighs tucked in,
I watch my breath hit the window,
Then stale water drip.
The sheets twisted, separate us
And put the pulse in my stomach.

Photos droop on the white wall
Half sleep, blocked by syntax
In staggered breaths and pointed eyebrows

And I never held her like I wanted.
Never told her what I need to.
Wait and watch the window
Change from leaf black to underwater purple
Then rain blue.
I slept at honey yellow
She woke shortly after at pale grey.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011

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