She Sleeps
she sleeps at
nights edge
in garlands of gravity
swaying in the hammock
of life’s uncertainty
swordmaster surrounded
by a body of delight
there to be held
in my arms through the
night
slipstream dreams
tapestries of light
sometimes torrid
occasionally
out of sight
a hungry heart
feeds desire
cold breath sparks
the longing for fire
too much of anything
no longer inspires
while my grasp
will not loosen
it’s desperate
conspire
until I squeeze the
moment
thin and dire
to awaken
at the edge
with no one to share
a space once full
of longing
now empty
and bare
Copyright © Joseph Adler | Year Posted 2016
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