i am tired of living alone
i would like to be wrapped up and with and around with someone this stormy night
rather that than at this keyboard
and
someone that makes dinner sometimes
or eats a bowl of cereal with me instead
ok yeah and someone who pays half the rent
or reaching higher
as my son says low expectations arent attractive
help pay the mortgage
so in new age terms everything i just wrote will bring me more of wanting likely
but then
someone to do a garden with would be better too
and fuck a good fight with some make up sex might even be ok
i laugh
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in bed
We live in bed, We love in bed
We sleep in bed, sometimes we toss and turn.
We cry in bed, and share a secret
We relax in bed, and catch up on the day's news.
We sleep alone, or with a partner,
We giggle with girlfriends, Cuddle with children,
Or just enjoy the space to ourselves...
In bed.
.......elizabeth gravenor
We sleep in bed, sometimes we toss and turn.
We cry in bed, and share a secret
We relax in bed, and catch up on the day's news.
We sleep alone, or with a partner,
We giggle with girlfriends, Cuddle with children,
Or just enjoy the space to ourselves...
In bed.
.......elizabeth gravenor
Monday, April 6, 2009
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
poem #1
sleepless
still warm
tossed and turned out
for another day
i couldn't resist
this request
for a still warm unmade
self
still warm
tossed and turned out
for another day
i couldn't resist
this request
for a still warm unmade
self
story #1
I don't have a camera!
But I do have a story. In university, I had long hair, a sloppy big brown coat, and I used to wear these loose untucked prison workshirts (part of my punk aesthetic). I would also sometimes take naps in the hallways between classes. I earned myself the nickname, "the Unmade Bed."
But I do have a story. In university, I had long hair, a sloppy big brown coat, and I used to wear these loose untucked prison workshirts (part of my punk aesthetic). I would also sometimes take naps in the hallways between classes. I earned myself the nickname, "the Unmade Bed."
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