Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Calculation (Poem)


There is nothing like sleeping
in the middle of a queen-size bed,
sheets tucked tight, comforter close
against slight shoulders. Once
your arms were blankets enough,
my back to your chest never
in the way. Too soon we were
staking twin claims, your side
and mine battling new divisions,
neither of us knowing how to
calculate all that we were missing.

© 2014 Maureen E. Doallas

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