Vettriano ‘Back Where You Belong’
Wrapped sheets
do not his embrace make,
Nor bunched up pillows
His body replace.
Time
Has become
A cruel god
I bitterly worship
As my soul exists
On the dark stretch of void
Named I-80.
Sleep
Has become
An eager lover
That I succumb
To willingly
As it is the only road
That bridges the gap
Between
Goodbye and hello
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Raivenne-lations 
time as a cruel god you bitterly worship…dang…tight lines…and the road between goodbye and hello…nice closure that….the stretch between can be brutal…and i love vettriano…smiles…i have several prints…
Really sexy and I can feel the yearning the speaker feels.
This has such a deep ache to it. Sad yet lovely.
Taut, bleeding in a sharply disciplined way. Lovely work.
I find this a bit sad… as if her lover is dead and she feels lost unless she’s asleep.
yes powerful.