Shelly Stevens

I wonder if I shall sleep tonight
Or just lie here in twisted sheets
Restless
Dreaming a waking dream of you
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Words written on a cloudy morning

I see it
I see it
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The silence of the night
Nudges me
And I awake to nothing
The stars and moon
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I wake to the
dark of a new moon
Knowing that
Morning is near
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And the yearning never stops
The visceral ache
The hollow empty anguish
The fear of an unknown imminent doom
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I love the play
Of the first chill
Of autumn
Touching
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Blueberries from Texas
Bought at my local market
So fat and sweet
The taste of a summer
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Over the suburbs
And I feel empty
And wanting
The cold blue
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In the fading
Afternoon I find
Myself restless and
Wanting to touch
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In the light
Of his eyes
I see the light
Of the city
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I watch the
Play of light
Dance over your
Face in the
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Coffee hot on
A cool spring
Morning before the
Sun has found
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I wish I
Was driving south
On I-45
Wishing for your
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Swiftly following the sun
A whisper of a crescent moon
Nears the western edge
Of the world and
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In the late sun the girls jump rope
Not the sedate ‘I like coffee.
I like tea.' Rhyme that we sang
So off key as children
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