the 28th day

on the 28th
according to
bizarre calendar setting here
my words lagged behind…
instead, they cozied up
to another writing’s back
spooning for creativity’s
inhaling the scents and
the familiar smells..
at some point
in the night
time’s covers were
flung off
onto the floor
as the summer heat
trickled down my back
a day was lost
just as lovers
melting away
in the heat
of summer

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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