Sleep bursts upon me
Like a groom who spies his bride
I am caught and cursed
He drags me to the dredges
And beats me behind the wood
Maybe this is love
Or maybe I misunderstood
you truly have a way with words.
wow. intense kinda love…and if he’s beating on you i doubt it is…smiles.
luckily, no one is beating me.
well, other than sleep, that is. 🙂
That’s such a clever way of framing love!
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.