Jan 09 2008

Between Pillows

Published by Tim Hamilton at 20:49 under Poetry,Topic

Between Pillows

I slipped my hand between your pillows to see
if the experience was the same as when I did with mine.

The space between your pillows

was smooth and cool. Between mine, the cotton had become
rumpled and hot. The experience, having manifest,

wandered off into memory
looking for a job
as a metaphor.

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