Singing to me in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remember it all it means better.
Remember, I remembered that last night.
The warm neck reaching out that I srangled,
bar the stars, tied up in the sky.
And then to stick with me
through that cold night-singing in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remembered it all it means better.
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anne-sexton-3/
