Fragment 20

A Poem by DavidJ

sleep comes to me like a virgin w***e
teasing with whispers of honeymoon delights
drawing me down with promises of soft curves
wrapping me in the muskiness of dewy mounds

then dashing out of reach it hides
locking itself in the bathroom for the night
praying for annulment; opened veins in the bath
leaving me undressed in nightmared darkness