She whispered something
I couldn't hear in my ear, and
suddenly it was night.
We were waiting for
a new experience, a departure
into clarity.
I couldn't see but I
felt her head tilt back, heard
the stubble growing on her shins,
which drowned my speculation.
What had she said? If
she wanted to go in, well,
I was cold. But she didn't
repeat it. "If I touch her,"
I thought, "I'll know."
But she was far away,
absorbed in the darkness.
Then it swallowed me as well.
I suddenly realized what
she'd whispered: "The sun
will rise soon."
By Jason Paul Fox
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
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copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox