I awake, disheveled,
reveling in this place of sleep.
Your quiet face
is the days first image.
Dawn breaks through a curtain
casting you in gold.
Your hair scatters around you,
tousled like spider webs,
in some angelic pattern.
I forget to breathe.
The sun is caught beneath your skin,
as lustrous as a dream.
The entire world is darkness,
but you relieve it,
with all the glory of in between.
Assistant County Attorney Ken Anderson spends his weekends drinking and running around. After waking up with another hangover, Ken decides not to drink so much anymore. Ken and his buddy, Tony, go out to eat and see Mia Correa and Faye Kincaid at the
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I love that feeling.
as lustrous as a dream. < < <luv these lines! as well as the entire poem ...