we slumber
pathetically, on each others
haystack-shapes. on your borrowed grayling shades
cupped on resoled leather in an elbow crook,
shoelaces the hometown pillow.
we slumber
pathetically, inside unmanageable whispers
whose grief for us to segment stars
that arc in the blind-sky, that
which night mysteries immortally disunite–
is yet unkempt; is insolvable.
we slumber
pathetically, in oblong boxwoods, in
close brumation to each other,
& we opine, to that cockcrow vapor stealing us,
feelings unnamed.
samantha lucero 2019 ©
samantha lucero 
Can I post this on One for Sorrow? ❤
yes, of course. i would’ve given it directly to you, but i thought you were looking for shortish stories (that’s why the one I’ve been hoarding for you is a short)!
Yes, I am looking for shortish stories, but this poem just seems to fit the mood, so I would make an exception because I love it. ❤
well, at least I still got it. 🧛🏻♀️
Always, babe!
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Samantha Lucero – Mysteries in sleep
hey you 🖤🖤
Reading you is always a pleasure ❤
thank you 🖤
I love the classic tone of your writing. You have mad skills 🙂
classic tone, I really like that. thank you so much for the compliment. 🖤
au contraire, young frank – for these lines, “we slumber pathetically, in oblong boxwoods, in close brumation to each other, & we opine, to that cockcrow vapor stealing us, feelings unnamed.” definitely makes it feel serene ❤
Love the title. Great to see new poetry from you.
Great to see ya stop by, friend! 🖤