A night.
Dragging its feet in a muddy breeze, muddled
breathing.
72s and a sick taste lingering like sound waves oscillating in vast rooms
for thought
and
in between - the time
spent dunking your head in the water for apples and new things
When conversation licks its paws and curls up in the corner to sleep and dream
.
A night.
Darker and bare amongst elephantine structures
and stone bears,
like ones propped up on my bed when i was a child...
and i would walk into my room
and see sleep resting its head on my pillow
and i would dive into dreams
off the diving board,
splashing around
islands and wherevers,
gripping joy like a lollipop
down to the end.
and swallowing the new day with a yawn and a desire
for sun and play.
Good night xandre
sleep like a child.
