You dream. I watch. As if no years
Had kissed your cheek, and our first morning
Is not yet over. Your lips, as if to speak,
Flower open; touch silent together
And turn upon your hand.
Am I the secret in your sleep?
Far sirens drone: an early accident.
It will be on the radio.
Magpies are rattling at the window.
[The New Writer, 2007]
Words with music 
May 12, 2009 at 5:29 pm
I like the rhythm of this one very much; very daring punctuation!
May 18, 2009 at 6:00 pm
I’m not sure I want to be daring in punctuation. What would Lynn Truss say?
May 27, 2009 at 1:21 pm
I think this (especially the first few lines) is beautiful…..