notMetaphor Poetry she undresses to socks

she undresses to socks





she undresses to socks

that cling above the knee

and pauses

he watches from the bed

as she examines a run

that was not there before

and it's as if we don't expect

blood to run from the holes

in our heads

it's as if we don't

 

she rolls the socks down

and over toes

while he shifts his weight

and shifts his weight again

and it's as if we don't expect

love to happen

it's as if we don't

 

she strides to the bed

and he pulls the covers open

and she glides right in

turns to her side

and it's as if we don't expect

our dreams to never run thin

it's as if we don't

 

she pulls the covers over

and lays down her head

he turns the light

then leaning

kisses her shoulder

and it's as if we don't expect

a life to live

it's as if we don't