Dream Of Fools


I dream the dream of fools:

Your warm fingertip traces
the rim of my wanton lips.
Eyes of eager anticipation,
yearning for our first kiss,
holding mine in same.
Rushing of emotions evoked
in single moment
of need, of love, of conversations
and distance that leaves only
deep void lacking real touch
in reality.

I would to sleep in this moment.
Cruelly sleep ends abruptly.
Eyes open to darkness,
aloneness.
Give me sleep, blessed sleep,
comforting, mindless sleep,
without the dream of fools I pray,
as I bury my head between pillows.


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