Sleep And Love

engulfed by
a sigh
you unleash
sleep

sleep has
not cradled
you

you wish
for its hands
taking the shape
of a fist

you wait
but when it opens
it caresses
another hair

and so you
persevere upon
a thought
that is drunken

upon a sigh
that takes another
sigh

you moan
and love
finally
remembers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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