Sleep
So when the moon
draws the tide,
you crawl into yourself,
your eyes close like
a wet umbrella;
the tension in your face
slacks, the wind cools,
your breath flows
steady under the sea;
the stars slip into the dark, the waves
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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