Sunday, September 14, 2008

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty
Missah Sleepy Sweet,

I spell your name like it was air
Expelled from my lungs

In slumber; come fly
In my dreamscape; come lie in my way-
Out-of-reality –

The twitch of my
Pink lip fishes for you; my incomplete,
Sweet, incoherence burbled’ll

Hook you like a
Singing stream; I am Sleeping Beauty; bewitching,
Making an offering

To dormant gods;
Listen for the nonsense prayer breaking
On the side

Of my mouth
In messy, mini, white waves; just lean out
Of the night,

Kiss me in
My mind, if not in reality – pray, let me
Wake another day.


(aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh).

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