Mobile

Limp petals drench her forehead,

a million millipedes stamp their feet.

Ears ring with impatience,

but gliding,

forcefully,

cascading hopefully.

Inky belongings,

moving and shifting,

apprehending the next part of the future …

holding.

Green rubbery stems,

jolt their wings

into the bedroom air.

Mobiles swing

in unison.

A soporific night kiss,

curling into the

tight knot

of overflowing dreams.

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