"Lucid Dreaming"
Lucid Dreaming
I resurrect you
reading the morning paper,
page corners crunched
between your thumb and crooked
finger, the one broken and healed-
the one I love the most. You
laugh as you drop
words into your lap, add
your two circuitous cents
worth to a story made your own,
about a thief too clumsy to be
true. I turn to the full
orb of your mouth, your lips
pull me apart, petal by petal,
to the cadence of what is
and what is not.
© 2007 Penelope
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