Saturday, December 03, 2005

morning child + revision =

hidden behind morning locks, a glass reflection
of his morning beard and the sound of
blinds opening overtly bright in his good eye;

last night turned unfairly complicated
as she moved through his childhood dreams
and the distinct smell of picture books.

the desecration of his bed of innocents,
of exploration and of a million secrets,
revealed her as a break from morning rituals.

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