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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.

05/23/2006

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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