Re Awakenings

Free verse exploration of poetry, romance and the neurological consequences thereof.

while pretzeled in a chair with
cummings you came to me
you do that (constantly)
you sneak up on my mind
and disguise yourself as an idea

again

(as if it were yours) wrapped
yourself around my wandering
so that I was always ahead
or behind you in thoughts

(and were they yours or mine?
it gets so confusing when we're this way)

together

it was ee with a limb tucked under
and just when I (having calculated
that my life had only average
expectations) was as numb as
my leg was becoming

I'm all pins and needles

again