amid the crowd of stars
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. --W.H. Auden
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
White Shirt
It hangs on the chair
Like a beacon in the night
My body lost in the ocean
Of you
I wake from restless sleep
To make sure it is still there
Calloused hands reach for me
Taking me in
I never felt such relief
© K.D. Schultz
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