Lay me down

A head on pillow

hits the bed

again

and I confess it is useless

that I pray without membership

all men taste like forbidden fruit

so some nights I try just a little lullaby 

words work as stuffing say, softer,

consoling, comforting to tuck in tight,

granting the priceless gift of deep sleep

and hibernating potential 

in the conversation of dreams

possibly something snuggled 

warm with want

lays a head. 

Artwork by Jules Pascin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.