Miss Love
“I love you”
The oil with which you fry my brain into scrambled eggs
“I miss you”
The lullaby with which you rock my senses to sleep
“I will call you”
The coffee with which you burn the sleep off my eyelids
“When are we going home to see my mama?”
The piercing scream that jerks me up from the dream!
posted by Vessel of Mercy at
5:32 PM
2 Comments:
Aren't you beginning to look at the evening like an etherized patient spread on a table!
I read through your blog, you are really very good.
"Very Good" is more than I have ever thought of myself, wriju.
Thanks and I hope you meant it as a flattery.
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