03-10-2010, 08:36 AM 
	
	
	
		Light pierced 
my shuttered eyes.
Hyperopic images
of laced curtain
danced with the breeze,
like the last moments of her
on a fabricated meadow
of sleep.
Her Plumeria aroma
lingered,
but the reek
of drooled pillow
insisted it was morning
and I was late for class.
I told teacher
that Morpheus was a girl
playing pranks
to keep boys like me
asleep.
She laughed.
I was only nine.
	
	
	
my shuttered eyes.
Hyperopic images
of laced curtain
danced with the breeze,
like the last moments of her
on a fabricated meadow
of sleep.
Her Plumeria aroma
lingered,
but the reek
of drooled pillow
insisted it was morning
and I was late for class.
I told teacher
that Morpheus was a girl
playing pranks
to keep boys like me
asleep.
She laughed.
I was only nine.

 

 


 Your lines were very dreamy, perfectly capturing the foggy sensations of waking up. And the drooled-on pillow is so perfectly boyish.
 Your lines were very dreamy, perfectly capturing the foggy sensations of waking up. And the drooled-on pillow is so perfectly boyish.