the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sleep Here

This time it's different,
But my safety words are those explicit.
Wrap them in good company,
Curled up on the futon or buried on the floor,
Hiding from the clarity of near frozen air.
Though they still all manged to slip on icy sleep,
And I too signed off my conscious lease.
Your hand was the mark; my imprint: initials.
Push me up against the city stars ever so gaudy,
So that every soft surface will have found a warm body.

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