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I woke up this morning with glide in my eyes

and bones portruding from my temples

looking like a defaced Monroe

the moon seemed to whisper in my hair

'the rockets are ready for the launch

and the sandwiches we made were left on the counter

forgotten'

 

I can hear empty triangles

and the ink glittens in the dark

lighting up the ceiling

 

you are sweating next to me

breathing slowly sound sleep

I am watching you with one eye

the smoke coming out of your nostrils

almost visible

 

and with a kiss I steal from you

I go back to my pillows

sinking into the dark side of a starry wall

 

so full of secrets

 

 Poem from 'Fear the Poet'. BB Nielsen (c) 2012