MD Kerr

Confused dawn

Triolet

Text of the poem

The sunrise stabs me gold; I wake up wet
and hot. For people whose lives I glancing know,
I sleepy-swype up brunches, always forget
the sunrise stabs me. Gold, I wake up. Wet
and tired eyes at dawn, Iím slick with sweat
and scared, reach out with talk of food although
the sunrise stabs me gold. I wake up wet
and hot for people whose lives I glancing know.

Thanks to The Writers' Greenhouse for the prompt to write about a triolet about lust, even though it ended up mostly just the lust to see people!

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