In my single bed,
my dead wife the only one
until deep sleep comes.
I’m awake in a
dream of you folding yourself
into my empty
lap, your long white hair
loosened as we snuggle like
the animals we
are. Intimate o-
ther to my simple self, I
need only you. Do
communicate as
often as you can your wild
absolving sweetness.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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