Teen Poetry - Volume II

Still Life II

November 22, 1998

The rain lashes across the pane,

Rattles the fragile frame

With sharp strands of silver.

You stir.

Inside the dim haven of this room,

I lay against your heart,

Feeling the shallow rise and fall

Of your ribs.

There is a storm outside;

There is a whole great world

Beyond the glass.

But rest,

And dream that we will wake again

To summer's drone.

Sleep awhile,

And know that here

Upon this page,

I have hung you like a star.