Restless

Restless

Vague Sundays

Quiet Intimacy
Lazy eyed and shiftless
Drifting face skin
Slips
From idle bones
And sleep laced lips.
The spine succumbs
Warm knuckles twist into
Wincing pulp
And light filters through
A red mist of cockscomb blinds
Toes curling to grip
trembling earth.

Karen Jones