For in
that sleep what dreams may come....
Fitful Sleeper
My mornings ripped me from my warm cocoon
And trickled through my apathetic hands.
To tell the truth, I cared less for the noon
That brought with it underdeveloped plans.
The quiet ghost of apathy restrained
My spirit; though I must confess I fought
Without a will and so with much disdain
She prodded me to kill insightful thought.
Then clumsy twilight tripped upon my heel
In eager preparation for the night.
The bleeding darkness stained what I felt real
And shut my lazy eyes with vicious blight.
But in the midst of fitful dreams and sleep,
I met two hands that showed me how to touch -
I met two eyes that showed me how to weep -
I met two ears that listened to me such
That I bared secrets buried much too deep.
I met a man so complete and whole,
He filled my emptiness inside.
And all his goodness in me overflowed
And in that rush I purged and purified.
Now flying heights too high for wings untried-
Discovering what pleasures do exist -
In fitful dreams you opened my eyes wide,
In fitful sleep my fevered lips you kissed.
Then feeling guilty and self-satisfied,
A wanton lover caught in tight embrace
I watched with glee as apathy inside me died -
As love and reckless passion took it’s place.
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