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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems


Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

That dark carpenter
is building the rooms
where we will spend
our future lives.

Here is the next room.

It is papered
with our words.

Its bed is framed
with our desires.

Its mirror
is smoked
with our hate
and our love.

We will meet suddenly
in its doorway,
entangled again
as if
never parted.

Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.

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The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems