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I Sleep Straight Through Love...

by Wendy Geal

there is little difference
between loving
you and the lulling ache of a dream that
leaves me numb
you are
a fascination of my subconscious
a burlesque tease
who pulls the lids over a thousand eyes

and with our touch, the years are
soft vivid-white and
even when i was wide
awake and our
eyes were locked, i was in slumber,
a gentle something i keep
to myself.
fairytales and happy endings
only happen on paper.
this is all i know
my love story, my grand affair.

i do not love, cannot
sleep the same, i feel you
boiling through me, a hot water that stirs me up
an image of you goes flickering, an electricity,
third degree burns
and i have never felt better.
things like this do not die
and i will not kill what is alive
by opening my eyes

my problem
simply is
that i'd rather die
than reach the last page to
sleep through
every bad ending.


Author's Note: love isn't the sort of dream come true that you read about in books it's the kind so deep the only thing as deep is a dream.

Posted on 05/23/2006
Copyright © 2020 Wendy Geal

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Julie Adams on 05/24/06 at 05:16 PM

This is a great piece...the title is a wonderful idea to contemplate as it is, but the poem pulls you in and and ties you to the pillow, watching as she (the protag.) sleeps...lovely really...ESP> LOVED: "a burlesque tease/ who pulls the lids over a thousand eyes" AND "third degree burns/ and i have never felt better." AND "and i will not kill what is alive/ by opening my eyes" ...all the best, happy writing/reading, peace, *jewels*

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