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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems

The Bed

Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

Hollows map
your body

My body drinks
your fading

Your ghost
is mute.

I smoke.

A touch,
did I feel
a touch
of a wrapping

Silence deepens.

I sleep.

Night scraps
the window.

The bed
is silent.

Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems