Fitful Slumber


Wrestle me,
Lay flatlines to this waking.
Overwhelm me
In your unconscious delerium.
Fit me into the folds of your vision whispers.
Show me the metaphor of myself.
Chase away the wakefulness,
And I will make love to you
Until the coming of the dawn.


About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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2 Responses to Fitful Slumber

  1. “Show me the metaphor of myself.” I could meditate on that phrase for hours. Yes.

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