Monday 10 March 2014

Odysseus II



Passed the curtain, a breeze has pushed aside,
the moon buds like a womb
and as you lay down upon the bed
I succumb again, despite my words;
hear the sound of waves, the foam
crashing upon the sand.

With my guilt newly shone, I know
I am still ten years from my home.



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