Sleep flirts like an amorous woman,
Defined by her ****** concern
My subconscious flutters by,
Momentarily catching my eye.
And transported to an unknown cushion.
There I see sights I disagree.
Some familiar, others unexpected to a large degree.
One I do not know.
It came from somewhere deep and low.
Now arisen, I watch and see.
A concept my intelligence abhors.
Yet, my emotion concurs.
Contradiction that I should fight.
My emotion fights back, with vigilant might.
There I lie. The body stirs.
“King, King,” shout the mind.
“I am Queen,” shout emotion, “and shall not bind.”
The Queen outmoves the King.
A great, for me, sting.
In my eyes, this Queen is not kind.
You have flummoxed my essence
And have brought a strange presence.
This is madness,
Surrounded by sadness.
Truth is thus: I mourned your absence.
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
Sleep flirts like an amorous woman,
Defined by her ****** concern
My subconscious flutters by,
Momentarily catching my eye.
And transported to an unknown cushion.
There I see sights I disagree.
Some familiar, others unexpected to a large degree.
One I do not know.
It came from somewhere deep and low.
Now arisen, I watch and see.
A concept my intelligence abhors.
Yet, my emotion concurs.
Contradiction that I should fight.
My emotion fights back, with vigilant might.
There I lie. The body stirs.
“King, King,” shout the mind.
“I am Queen,” shout emotion, “and shall not bind.”
The Queen outmoves the King.
A great, for me, sting.
In my eyes, this Queen is not kind.
You have flummoxed my essence
And have brought a strange presence.
This is madness,
Surrounded by sadness.
Truth is thus: I mourned your absence.
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