work your magic,
my poor, green, giving,
temperamental beauty,
until the world has ceased to be.
and then i'll sleep
clean through, and
undisturbed by dreams;
and wake up in the morning
fresh, as all drinkers
at your long neck do,
sure for once
a cruel universe
is giving me a chance.
2 comments:
I sleep in a belligerent manner after drinking alcohol. It's a ticket to slumber heaven for my hubby but not for me. It tortures me.
I like the idea of someone sleeping belligerently!
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