Saturday, November 5, 2016

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.

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