Sleep, My Dear

 

You were my first taste of love,

adored before these lips knew how

to suckle sweet milk from the breast.

 

Last night you crept home past

midnight and I shivered against your cool

breath. You’re more distant than Pluto,

 

as unpredictable as those quakes that split

the earth. The long-cold nights stretch endless

and I stare wide-eyed into the unquiet

 

darkness, wild thoughts my only company. I want

to go back to those evenings when the smooth

of my cheek met your caress and my body

 

exhaled next to you, to those rested

mornings when my eyes blinked

away the sweet remnants of dreams.

 

Lover, come back to our bed.

 

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013