she slips

Posted on April 12, 2015 by troysherdahl

she slips

into my mind

like she slinks

out of a slip

and slips into our bed

slipping me the smile

winking me while

she slips me her hand

and I slip out of my mind

 

reality slips

forward—

she slips

into

memories behind

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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