Tagged: sleep

at the very edge

at the very edge
of sleep, yeses and noes meet,
promise to be more

or less transparent, break bread
with the maybes that show up
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, my thigh is nestled
between your thighs – there

is an itch the size of your
slumber, waiting to be scratched
.
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an ear against your

an ear against your
chest and images from
tonight’s viewing of
the latest Underworld
in the franchise
beneath my eyelids, i
am once again
wondering whose
heart will stop
beating first, and
would the one that
continues alone be okay
with succumbing to
such guilty pleasures
.
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lying in the dark,

lying in the dark,
the hour before sleep is
an exposed throat, thoughts

of you, a newly sharpened
knife, ready for a clean slit
.
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here are the i’m sorry

here are the i’m sorry
you felt like you had to
apologize
flowers,
wrapped in the on very
little sleep, we all
become risk-takers

butcher paper, tied
with a nerve of
loneliness
twine –
the florist guarantees
only a week’s enjoyment
.
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i have been caught

i have been caught
grinding my teeth
in the middle of the
night again. you reach
over and massage my
cheeks, pulling me
back from worlds
and worlds away. i
return to you, covered
in the elements –
exiting the universes
we create always
takes some strength,
ample resistance
.
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i don’t know what i

i don’t know what i
am doing on my best days,
let alone the rest –
sleep is always over-
or underrated and never
quite the solution
.
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