January 23, 2010

Night Sonnet No.4

by Brandon Roy

To escape the night, one must first
Recognize that it does not last forever

On the side of the bed the remains of
The day lie dormant, a testament of trying

To sort out a life not yet whole
A thin figure sleeps motionless

She is cold now. Angry, in a way
That no other woman could be

A stubborn woman who followed
You home one day and never left

You examine her body, she is devil's
Food cake. Be very careful of this one

She is a curve not seen until you
Are right on and it is too late to slow down.

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