A Bachelor In His Sleep
He still sleeps with
Languorous hands tucked
Between his thighs
Screams from his frightening nightmares
Wake mother to come investigate.
She places her soft fingers
On his sweaty, burning forehead,
Asks if everything is fine
And that’s how mother is
To a son with a troubled sleep.
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