PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Swept by medicated vision,

you rested next to me,

staring:

A downpour of eyes

on my streets.



Entangled in sheets

and rubbing feet

while smiles provided

liberation from the madness;

We went off

on lovers' tangents.



But the sedatives

wore off

and I coughed myself awake

to notice

the salty puddle of realization

decorating only one pillow.