Dawn light chased the flaws
Down the bottom of the bed.
Guilt’s flight closed the doors,
Offering solace instead.

Here we are breeze kissed,
Naked skin exposed in light.
Crumpled sheets not missed,
Faulty notion of respite.

No mind for blind peace,
That fake gossamer promise.
As long as lies cease,
Dark in light garb is what is.

Dust moats catch my gaze;
You move just as self-assured.
Make sure silence stays,
I can be your most adored.






Sharon Harriott
July 28, 2008

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