Certain Mornings

by Don Lambo

Don Lambo

There are just mornings
when I can press refresh;
waking up undressed, then
caressed by her
But some nights
each toss is painful;
maddened every turn,
and I’m alone when I awake.

I’d rather be loved,
than comfortable,
or comfortably in love
Like when I blink, then sunlight
shows through blinds, instead of
nothing, which is an insomniac’s
worst nightmare; despair
at the mercy of the sun

Chronologically miscalculated;
Our dreams expedite night
Eyes in hibernation
Being, in limbo
I want to wake up
to the distance between
live and love; the ambivalence
of altered love letters

Don Lambo

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I attended boarding school in New Hampshire. Next year I will be attending Harvard University in the class of 2017. Writing is a passion of mine that I take (relatively) seriously and I hope to expand my literary skills in the coming years. Follow me on twitter @LexicalGenius or visit my blog: lexicalgenius.blogspot.com

Last updated January 21, 2013