BERNICE SLEEPS.

[dadio]

Yours
is a contented sleep
of hot sex
and deep love
wrapped in the arms
of dream's hold.

Ariadne
beside you
in the bed awake
and musing.

Your mother
is dead
her MS
having taken
its toll.

Your father alone
in his moroseness
and grief
and non belief.

Your younger sister
married in New York
writes occasionally
in her scribbled hand.

You turn in your sleep
the dream demanding
the images bright
and eye blinking.

12 years
in your lover's
care and love
and rows and sex
and down
the long avenues
of trust and jealousy
of have and hold
doing what you want
and not what
you are told.

You sleep on
leave the outer world
to the waking hours
of tick and time
and love and kiss
and tell.

Sleep on you
same sex
loving girl.

[saw]

I really like this and think it would work very well at an open mic /poetry reading....well done

[dadio]

Thank you, Saw.