iSocks  

my bed socks are poetry 

my bed a womb in afterglow

my toes like curled embryos

my position foetal as i lay alone

my love plan was made in taiwan

my broken sleep spooked and un-dreamt

my whispered longings now never said 

my dresses look like ghosts of me

my epitaph reads ‘died unnaturally’   

prematurely

my haunted heart has memory

my bed socks are knitted poetry

i’m cold

come back my love and cuddle me

© 2013  iDrew

First published by PinkGirlInk  2015