sleepy

the sacred surrender to nothingness

my deeply creased mouth yawns an empty tomb;

an abyssal gape in bruised light.

 

snake silhouettes crawl onto white lids

alive, but unafraid to end.

 

shadows as sexy as a bare thigh

peeking from the slit in teacher’s

red skirt coax me to enter and exit.

 

just a blinded fog victim who would die to dream.

 

sleep is all: Heaven, Hell, that dry green crust

on the corners of blown out eyeholes.

 

she takes me.

 

no strain against her smoky shackles.

no bite to ward off her groping blue hands.

no objections to her will;

I nurse at the shushing still.

fluttered ripples in a stream of consciousness.

 

if tomorrow slips into the void

so be it.

Author's Note

so tired.

Reviews

[What happened to simple..]

This poem is so flat, tone-wise, mirrors the mood so well. Yet, it's slightly brought alive by the colour imagery, the 'snake', the 'deeply creased mouth,' and again an awakening hint of sexual desire - which I was surprised by when I got there. It's very slow, the lacking of energy at even the woman, I feel for you here!

[Hollow Man]

aye, this is languishingly lovely

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

that is some luridly sexy sandwoman luvins you got going here ;)

seriously though, this aches with that need for sleep only a fellow insomniac can understand. languidly gorgeous

[Bubo]

You may be tired............but what a creation you have written, stunning. That need we feel between two places, desperate to sleep, and yet the mind continues to work.........very talented writing........metaphors glorious.