The sea is a garden
Poetry. Works in progress.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Some sort of swan song
It's called a studio bed
Even though
Not much happens upon it
I think of it
More
As a monk's
As it
Is meant for one
Making our sharing
That much more
Intimate
And uncomfortable.
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