I neglect negligees now
bathing in a bed of rough cotton-
100 count shedding my soft skin.
Make me calloused and different
in this cave where even the moon
can’t dance on skin.
In my melatonin dreams I remember you,
and I’m wearing clothes crossing a river
with sticks, but I think that makes me
too heavy to reach you.
(napowrimo day 17…. for: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-3/ and here: https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/over-under-through.html)