insomnia made bearable
the cheek of you! to dream
upon my sheets in schoolboy peace
when here i lie,
each second spent
a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness
for all the flesh so near its maw.
who can dare begin to sleep
with a sated beast's soft breaths
trickling down their spine,
its dreaming jaw scraping
sandpaper tenderness
against poor crawling flesh?
yet four hours
of sharing dumb smiles with darkness
at the sounds of your low snores
fly so quickly
that when i finally escape
to write you this
i catch myself hoping
for just
four hundred more.
upon my sheets in schoolboy peace
when here i lie,
each second spent
a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness
for all the flesh so near its maw.
who can dare begin to sleep
with a sated beast's soft breaths
trickling down their spine,
its dreaming jaw scraping
sandpaper tenderness
against poor crawling flesh?
yet four hours
of sharing dumb smiles with darkness
at the sounds of your low snores
fly so quickly
that when i finally escape
to write you this
i catch myself hoping
for just
four hundred more.
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Author's Note
Trying not to get greedy.
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"sandpaper tenderness"
Like that. Like the poem. Nicely done. *
"cursed with awareness" excellent description of insomnia
And made both worse and better sleeping next to a snoring loved one. *
Absolutely gorgeous. I am jealous of the 5th line!
I just love this. It's so down to earth and yet said so loaded with sensory tweakers that I swear I can hear the soft snoring.
Thank you all very much! I feel as if I deserve almost no credit for it, my poetic output this past week has been enhanced by the presence of a muse.
Cage that muse! Quick.
ha ha
Here's the best to my senses,
"a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness
for all the flesh so near its maw."
I can so relate. Great one, Magda. Thank you.
Very nicely made.
From beginning to end, the writing is tight and right... Very well crafted.
"who can dare begin to sleep
with a sated beast's soft breaths
trickling down their spine"
Well done.*
Good writing.
Oh, this is so spot on.
Exquisitely expressed.
Goodness gracious, thank you all for the lovely comments and favorites so far. I'm very grateful; the poem came out in a sleepy twenty or thirty minute flurry in an early sleepless morning, I'm glad it's so well-received. Romance brought out the best of Ovid and Baudelaire and many others before me, I like to think it does the same for my own work.
Love this:
here i lie,
each second spent
a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness
for all the flesh so near its maw
Yum!