First Poem of the Day
I don't sleep in p.j's
For they would get in the way.
I don't sleep in the ****
That would be rude.
I sleep in words,
Of different shades, different languages.
For when, I sleep, I sleep with
You.
When I write the through and the overnight,,
Poems from my dreams retained, for
You,
I must present them respectfully,
For that it is how they were written.
What the do I wear when prone?
That is something I won't disclose,
Until you come to visit,
When we will lie side by side,
Composing unilaterally,
Hiding nothing, naked in a new way...
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
First Poem of the Day
I don't sleep in p.j's
For they would get in the way.
I don't sleep in the ****
That would be rude.
I sleep in words,
Of different shades, different languages.
For when, I sleep, I sleep with
You.
When I write the through and the overnight,,
Poems from my dreams retained, for
You,
I must present them respectfully,
For that it is how they were written.
What the do I wear when prone?
That is something I won't disclose,
Until you come to visit,
When we will lie side by side,
Composing unilaterally,
Hiding nothing, naked in a new way...
No socks. Ugh.
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