Saturday, February 28, 2009

Sleep

She is an elusive whore-
Comes and goes as she pleases,
But rarely pleases
Me.
Sneaking in and out-
Surreptitious and cunning,
Meanwhile my mind is running
On empty.
But still I wait for her...
Seeking fruition
Of the torrid affair
I know is possible.

Sleep,
how I long to be
your bitch.

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