-as dawn creeps we have yet to sleep,
crawling under covers toward semi-darkness and you;
all the light is blue.
Your growling voice, the steady rain,
the scent of promise, tinged with
darkness and the unraveling.
in spite of everything
else, all that stirs and crushes,
all that is devoid of feeling,
i always return to you.
© 2005 : Jenny Ryan