I reached out <br />as we slept, <br />slowly waking <br />finding the bed, <br />behind eyes; <br />sweet dreams <br />inside our heads. <br /> <br />Looking in <br />at odd hours <br />as winter approaches; <br />its deaf tread <br />on ice, <br />across the frozen <br />flowerbed. <br /> <br />Bound together, <br />tight sheets: <br />arms like stone <br />as the winds throw <br />over lawns; <br />grey with the <br />dirty snow. <br /> <br />Your hands <br />reach in morning, <br />in a new sun <br />where flowers undo; <br />lined in soil, <br />heads bowed on <br />death row.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-we-slept/
