Dead Sleep

sleep sleep precious
I know you dance in dream
a warm existence alone

I do not sleep easily
one thirty in the morning
and thinking of you
but what good I ask

me oh me here indoors
outside i want to be yours
evening air and shadows
stars for someone and darker things
I wanted to be there


cross out my heart beating
bleeding some significant drip
might as well catch with my tongue
and spit
for insignificant i stand

i have some songs to sing
for your window
vibrating with flushed cheeks of
half shame half love

but you sleep so dead
caring not for this voice