9 O’Clock
He lays
how he should lay
in bed she lays
perpendicular
knees over knees
and from above
they look
like 9 o’clock
tired eyes and ten painted toes
tingle
take turns to breathe out.
street light creeps
across ceiling
while sheets lie smiling
on the floor
door closed
window ajar
as
far far away
the world carries on.
Copyright 2009 Polarbear
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