Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Half-Spooned



Pushed away
my good-sleep nights

Guardian
at the Gate of Dreams

Holder of the wide-awakes
Holder of me

Uncurled
Unfurled

Half-spooned
Draft-spooned
cold at my back

Wrapped in his nothing

Now they crawl in bold
between awakes and asleeps and heat

Dropping
Danger
and
Dead things

I do not trust the Night
that leaves rendered sheets Unholy

and Dreams not fit for Dreamers

like me.