amuse
12-11-2004, 11:26 AM
jess w., thanks.
forgot about writing this one 'til you suggested we go to poetry.com to read your poem "Hey You."
They fall from me:
the orange peels,
the low blood sugar.
They fall from me:
my asp-like fears,
my terror of
your love.
It falls from me daily:
my state
of Grace. Yet
I awaken every
day, as tall as
the morning before.
And wonder that
we are lifted,
the sun and I,
and how night prepares us for the day.
forgot about writing this one 'til you suggested we go to poetry.com to read your poem "Hey You."
They fall from me:
the orange peels,
the low blood sugar.
They fall from me:
my asp-like fears,
my terror of
your love.
It falls from me daily:
my state
of Grace. Yet
I awaken every
day, as tall as
the morning before.
And wonder that
we are lifted,
the sun and I,
and how night prepares us for the day.