lewd ideas fall into
the bed late at night....
sleep to be found
when sheets are worn
as second skin
and head with
pillow meets
rest to follow
when saturated sutures
burst at their seams
with did I? do I? will I?
pounding pulse
echoes off the pillow...
internal clock ticking
away life's seconds
and masticating
the Sandman's duty
heavily burdened eyes
absorb the color
of the numbers
at the head of the bed
weary eyes to rise
and reflect the red
in early morning
after hours spent
stirring, doubting,
lamenting, looking...
confirming the time
suffered before
the sounding of the alarm
was spent in vain
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