the jersey breeze
cultivates her curls,
as they bounce in the crisp air.
she’s the reason you can’t sleep at night.
the day breaks
into song when you meet her gaze;
she hums along, her voice
soft - like red velvet.
against the green
wallpaper in her room
she looks so beautiful
you wonder if she can sleep at night.
the night falls, and
in your rest she grows a foot taller,
becoming wise, like the book of poetry
you leave by your nightstand.
her friends know
that is she the one
who spreads herself thin to block the sun when it’s too hot.
she sleeps without closing her eyes.
her moments blend into the next ones:
she is so refreshing - even when she is thirsty;
and the acorns fall from her pockets;
and the deer come running;
and we all sleep soundly.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
the jersey breeze
cultivates her curls,
as they bounce in the crisp air.
she’s the reason you can’t sleep at night.
the day breaks
into song when you meet her gaze;
she hums along, her voice
soft - like red velvet.
against the green
wallpaper in her room
she looks so beautiful
you wonder if she can sleep at night.
the night falls, and
in your rest she grows a foot taller,
becoming wise, like the book of poetry
you leave by your nightstand.
her friends know
that is she the one
who spreads herself thin to block the sun when it’s too hot.
she sleeps without closing her eyes.
her moments blend into the next ones:
she is so refreshing - even when she is thirsty;
and the acorns fall from her pockets;
and the deer come running;
and we all sleep soundly.
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