How a dream writes you again
Trapped in a house by a day-storm,
which rushed the doors and windows
like a pattering army.
An empty room, a clawed
bathtub in the corner.
A door at the other end
which you came through,
throwing its curtains across the glass
as I bent over in the tub,
removing shoes
and long woolen socks.
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i love that you can see the wind in the first few lines as they carry on and wind around to their ends...
eep! late to class. more soon
great line breaks, btw. esp between lines 4 -6.
i took the title to mean how the dream "wrote" a certain person back into your mind again. an (enjoyably) interesting thought, but i have no clue as to what the final two lines do...i am being thick at the mo'. forgive me and explicate
you know, that's interesting cuz i'm not really sure what the last 2 lines do either. whenever i read them, they seem either a bit humorous or a bit sexual. i think they're supposed to be a bit of both. it's like the prologue to a bathtub scene in your high school orchestra conductor's house. i wanted the last lines to have the feeling of someone watching, and even though he's thrown close the curtains, he's on this side of the door.
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