We're in bed, but we're not
You're away in dreams and I in thought.
The ceiling calls attention with its slant
For achieving asymmetry I can't.
This beautiful strangeness seduces the eye
Making the world seem too big to hear me cry.
And yet I do, with thoughts of you
Inside our slanted room.
Written 8.31.10 @ 8:50 AM
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