Danielle Fessenbecker

 

 

Blanket Made of Sky

 

The sky has fallen for you
and I made a blanket out of its remains.
It is woven out of a hope to love
each stitch a longing for what could be.

 

As I fit my body under these heavenly covers
I wish for you to meet me here

to share the warmth of a billion stars.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sentinel Poetry (Online) #50January 2007   ISSN 1479-425X

THE INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POETRY & GRAPHICS...since December 2002

Editor-in-Chief: Amatoritsero Ede

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