The sinewed shape of your muscles
imprinted against my soft skin,
molding it finely
to the hard pattern of you.

I wanted only
to hold you in my arms,
as we treaded water together
through the dark current
of dreamtime,
for you to anchor me
against the undertow
of the Unconscious.

But the tides were strong.

I hit a snag
within that treacherous sea,
and crashed against the rocks,
emerging barnacled by lucid fate,
into the harsh wake
of wakefulness.

You left
because I was snoring.

3 thoughts on “Sleeping

  1. article is quite interesting and hopefully true happiness rays began to warm the hearts of us all, when we can share it with sincerity. Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂

  2. Really like this part: “into the harsh wake / of wakefulness.” Perhaps it is the repetition of wake as well as the idea of “wakefulness” being “harsh”, when in an ethereal sense to wake up is to find peace. There is a lot going on here, but it is kept together wonderfully. Very intrigued by the end. It made me go back and read it a few more times.

  3. Hi Pua N
    Give your lover an i pod with a selection of mediative sounds so that by wearing the ear pieces your snoring will not effect him.
    And absolutely 100% for being so transparent and honest to admit that you snore.
    Great poem, thoroughly captivated and enjoyed especially the end.

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