Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem #75: Each

Each 

You splinter the night, enter 
and unravel my dreams, 
a long red thread. 
Panting, I wake, mired 
in my bed, pushing the fright 
out of my eyes and blinking at 
the slanting moonlight slipping 
through the shades 
of you, a midnight-blue reverie 
shrouded in 
a damp fog of desire and 
a firestorm of regrets, each 
wrapped in bright, clear silver, 
each a June day, 
each a November evening.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six