Departures Lament
The wont of sleeps will may trip on illusive tonight
and stumble on a rhythm
laying plaint and wet in some other dream
Sleep may gnaw at my pillow tonight
as the drug of you courses through my veins
and such capillary wanting
may perturb the stars
and question their romance above me hanging
Aye sleep won't fall so easily
as I toss and turn, burned by your imagery
and you may haunt the dawn
while you call to me
but tonight for sure, sleep will not bless me readily
……………………… but I crave your touch, your kiss, holding you, touching you
.... my aching desire is my love for you.
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2018
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