Love Poem
At 4:30 a.m., I wake up
from a nightmare, bump
through the dark apartment
to pee, then sit and smoke
a cigarette in the living
room. When I get back
in bed, Ira wakes up
and says: "You're a sweet
man, do you know that?"
I tell him I've been having
bad dreams. I'm lying on
my back; he tells me to roll
on my side. As I do, he presses
against me from behind and
wraps his arm around my chest.
"You're safe now," he whispers
into my neck. "Go back to sleep.
You won't have any more bad dreams."
- David Trinidad, from ANSWER SONG
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2 comments:
I love the title of this poem--it resonates so much in the poem. It's one of those titles you come back to aftern you've read to the end.
Kate,
Yeah.. every time I read the poem I think "BEAUTIFUL"
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