My Position Poem by Shirley Anne Alexander

My Position



He said I sleep like an unborn child, naked,
with knees drawn to belly, hands clasped
palm to palm, and held tightly together
by thighs clasped tightly together, by instinct.

He said he lifts the sheet from my skin,
turns the lamp to a shadow maker,
and watches my dreams rise and fall
from his worn chair, best used for reading.

I said I am clasped, not an open book.
He said he has read me, front to back,
and he asked my permission to write
the final chapter, just before I left.

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Thank you. I enjoyed reading your poetry today.

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Ina Schroders-zeeders 02 May 2013

This is a lovely poem :)

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Shirley Anne Alexander

Shirley Anne Alexander

Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA
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