sleep

broken low lidded eyelids littered right up to the workshop doors.

i love love love you sleep,

i am caught more in your caress the further you flee from me,

the most honest kind of love.

i am fishing for you, my poor fluttered heart rolling like a

drumbeat flashing like flickering lightning Norse gods toss away from their anvils in disgust.

i cannot call you coy though, for even as many times as you beckon and wink your lips i find backwards steps.

twisting like pipes that think they are vines, winding like stairs who contain within them pocket universes,

grimacing because i open myself up like an expletive.

unrequited, the most honest form of love,

i wrote on letter covers in red ink as i ran ran ran away from you,

sleep.

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