Time To Sleep

The day is over
You have come back from your escape
Of the devouring fangs of routine
You are tired
Your head lags like the ink of
Gentian blue
You loosen the hold of your flesh
You undress you change your skin
You wind up and coil in the corner
You close your mouth
And keep your tongue in cheek
Slimy snake you shall now sleep
In my arms
In our dreams we shall not be enemies.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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