| space travel by Roxanne Hoffman |
my love
sits restlessly
waiting for his moment
tongue clicking in his mouth
like a clock ticking
about
to strike
the hour
which
passes
unnoticed
unhurried
uneventfully
as I nap
in front of the TV
dreaming of his face
beaming like a beacon
more than a billion light
years away…
sits restlessly
waiting for his moment
tongue clicking in his mouth
like a clock ticking
about
to strike
the hour
which
passes
unnoticed
unhurried
uneventfully
as I nap
in front of the TV
dreaming of his face
beaming like a beacon
more than a billion light
years away…
