Found Poetry 170

1/12/20

in a world of three with a dalmation-like moon
in the mountain reflections in the rain on the rooftop
I sleep the black with eyelids shut
you woke up my dream of powdery carbon char
with your weird hands prickling my side

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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