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I decided to take todays NaPoWriMo.org prompt of writing a poem to an inaminate object. I haven’t been following the prompts so far, but today I am in need of some distraction & I’m going to give it a shot &go a little more lighthearted, rather than my usual dark theme. So here it is.


I sit on my bed and drink you in,

you really are a beauty.

I reach out to touch you, and draw back.

Now is not the time.

I close the wardrobe door

and lean against it sighing.

I can still feel you on the other side,

your soft pink glow in the darkness.

I move away,

sad and wishing I could do it now.

But not yet.

I will fit into that dress someday.