Sleep my love, weep my love!

Sleep my love

Weep my love

this long night

is at an end.

A clamour grows

a few nightmares escaped

the dreams I rent

weaves like sand

the golden terrors

into my brain

the chaos at the end

of a driveway

is not the making

of a broken skull

but a concussion

from these visceral delights.

This homely nest

we build for ourselves

is an ancient monument

like the Babylonian gardens

or headless relics

of a long drawn war

Maybe I was Lionheart

in a past life or maybe

the first to fall

who knows these things for sure?

My eyes lock into your eyes

but you look to my palms

for a chance recognition.

Let’s squabble like

lovers do

then pray we grow apart

there is much love

between us

enough to be disappointed

for three life times.

What are these arms for

if not for outlandish wars?

What are these arms for,

if not to hold you near?

Sleep my love

Weep my love

this long night

is at an end.

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