Wash Me by Ellen Donbeck
February 19th, 2009 by ewalker | No Comments
Breathless, I awake to strangers
Only wearing shoes and socks
Needing nothing more, I rise
Leaving Nothing behind
No mark of a passionate tryst
That may or may not have occurred
Only inside my head
So often described by others as sensitive
I’m thinking so much
My head might detonate
So I’ll retreat to a place
Where slumber moves
And goes nowhere
All at once
How beautifully distracting
In this [...]
