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Aug 2015
I'm livid with you Sandman...
You tease and taunt too much...
You let me rest upon his heart
Then wake me with a ******...
Never enough dreaming
You only sprinkle sand...
An hour is mere seconds
You surely understand
And yet you show no sympathy
No slowing down with sleep
And so I'm meant to be satisfied
With blurred, fast forwards,
Of his heat....
No, no Sandman
It's not enough
I'm happy there, you see
I'd rather be in dreamland
Idealistic reality
Lost within his arms
Twisted in his sheets
Sighs, our only language
Never a need to sleep
Never a need to stifle
Emotions, wants, needs
Never a need to question
To watch the clock
To leave
And yet it always ends
And I wake to chirping birds
Never knowing such a hate
Hate, not a strong enough word
For I try so hard, with haste
To fall back into your world
But I'm lost without direction
Wrong turns and insecure
Sandman, I do loathe you..
Your work is 10%
Never am I impressed
I'm always longing for your best
Awake, awake
I'm done with you....
You bring me back to him!!!
Awake, my heart's without him
Weeks before I'm his...
Pray, take me there, I beg you...
I'll settle on blurred heat
Just lay me in his arms
His kiss and tongue, so sweet...
Pray take me there and leave me
A moment longer, please this time
Enough to wake and make it through
Till the next time he is mine.....
Till the next time in reality
I can trail chest with fingertips....
And lose myself upon the edge of dream
And....hmmm...
Wait Sandman, I apologize
I only saw it now
Reality is dreaming
Dreaming is the how....
For am I not dreaming
When in his arms I'm found,
drifting into sleep....
Softly snoring on his chest...
Oh my, my sweet sweet Sandman
You simply are the best....
Not only do you allow me dreams
You grant them whilst I'm awake
You let me relive memory
And that is why I wake
So that I may feel them really
So I may of them taste
So I may sleep most peacefully
I'm sorry I used hate...
Drift, I'm dowsing Sandman
Rambling through this weight
Of heavy lids and eyelashes
This sleep that calls,
He waits.......
And so I'm off because of you
Sweet sand envelope me
I realized, I thank you
Sweet slumber
All for me......

©MV
Maria G Vagelakos
Written by
Maria G Vagelakos  35/F/NJ
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