Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Scratch

You are a task on the edge of memory,
in the barely-waking
of almost-dawn.
You are a dryness of eyeballs,
a pressure beneath skin,
a parching of mouth,
ignorable,
but not yet ignored.

A choice almost not-made.

And yet…

Do I scratch you,
subtle itch,
or roll back into sweet oblivion,
slumber,
and unknowing?

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Published in: on May 12, 2011 at 7:44 pm  Comments (1)  
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  1. Another good one!


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