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L. B. Mek

rude Awakenings

 

 

inching close - Sun beamed strokes

flowing through slim curtain holes

 

blurred wrinkles within eyelid shutters

flushed red inside eyeball craters 

 

winced agitations of hibernating lovers

stretched fingers roaming dishevelled covers

 

finding warm - comforting curves

tingling sensations of familiar nerves

 

quickly slapped hands dictating restraint

widely awake and murmuring complaint