A Poem – Sleep

On full moon nights, for some strange reason, I often feel very tired. Or maybe this time, a week of packing books and moving stuff for a garage sale has  left every bone in my body weak and exhausted. So, the following poem is quite appropriate for today.


Sleep is my lover.

He embraces me

with warm darkness.

The hush of

his quiet breath

over my mouth

devours desires

in surreal dreams.

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