Sleep

5/24/11

Sleep

Sleep, late at night,

Crawls and curls its silver self like a smoke

Breathing warm warm breath

Down your spine.

Sleep, at night,

Comes smooth as a skater

Gliding over warm warm water,

Shining in the sun –

It comes in waves

Tall waves of warm warm water

That do not crash down,
But settle soft in the sand

As you raise your blanket

And drown in its curls.