Sleeps Not the Mattress
SLEEP’S NOT THE MATTRESS
Sleep’s not the mattress, hard or soft.
It’s Spring with a rose sheet.
Expels her breath - a peaceful waft.
Copper eyes and smile’s sweet.
The curtain’s drawn - it’s dark.
What lovely dreams - they’re stark.
This queen, she made her mark.
In pale of darkness—
sleep’s not the mattress.
2/17/2022
Quietus
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
HMS and rhymezone
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