6 Degrees

as the night comes to a close

i think of sleep . . . deep . . . restful

full and thick with the movement of dreams

i press my lips into this fantasy

hoping not to wake



not yet . . .



monday moves like vipers

a stinging sensation static

constant controlled caresses

her arms these legs

spread touched warmth

the novelty, the newness



and tuesday moves in

strong,

lingering,

like the scent of monday

fading quickly



msf

12/14/04