Morgan Michaels


Yin And Yang II


'Whoa- too much information
I cried, stopping her mouth
but succumbed many times
as the thunder rolled overhead.

Then I remember nothing.
In the morning she was gone.
The house was a bloody mess.
There was no fresh dress.

The doorbell rang. Who was it but Yin?
'Where have you been, my heart,
I complained.
'Sit down- welcome home again.'

'It's good to be home, ' she sighed,
'Yes, I'll do that, but first these bottles, ugh'
she cried, straightening the rug
and setting the kettle on for tea.

Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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