Black Poetry : A Morning Dream

Danilyn

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The Gump (Montgomery, AL)
I’m late every morning
for my 8 to 5,
cause I’m tied to the bed –
cause you’re in it.
The floor is so cold,
and a chill runs through
my spine,
but I’m fine
when I’m lying next to you
in the warmth
of our bed.
The alarm rings
so loud it breaks the reverie
of you in my dream,
and my nerves get on edge
cause I can’t complete
the thought
of what you were doing to me –
in my mind.
I want to hit rewind
but the tape is stuck
on pause,
and the lines on the screen
are fuzzy
and I just forgot what it was
you were doing to me –
in my mind.
Then you slip your arm
around my waist to remind me
of what it was you did
and I can’t breathe cause I’m caught up.
It’s seven, got to be there at eight
I’m gonna be late -
Again.
 

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