3.20 am

There she lay
in the throws of slumber
and me
my futile counting of numbers
wide awake annoying
fingertips rake
splitting hair
the problems of a day
and you just there
breathing
bedside
your sleeping form
I am the motionless man
I Fidget in a most considerate manner
with thoughts the burdens
and words that stammer
for I fear to share
at This cruel hours lair
In bed, tis surely criminal,
To wake and break,
the breathing beauty rhythm,
sighs of mostly silence.
her hypnotic security
is after all
feeding me, endless
as my inner voice bleats
a restless leg
cotton sheets
barriers
I thread
a focus of thoughts
shifting slowly
but curled, the core, if only
she were awake
a warm mass of more
of her is what I need
so shuffling over, I shape her form
and body warmth
creeping yawns
at daybreak
the lush lawns
semi- illuminate
curtains often open
she is a colour
harmonious
4,13 am
I finally drift
lids sagging shift
a melotin melt
she the sandman felt
I should finally
Sleep.

sorry it's called

'She the sandman (3,20am)'

Peter, your words are pillows for my thoughts.
Loved it, especially the way it ends. Beautiful.

Thanks Sophie

thanks Darren

but I made a mistake in the piece.

it should read MELATONIN not melotin


y i k e s

waht will the poetry police think????????

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"a warm mass of more
of her is what I need"
Love that phrase,you always capture the moment so well Peter. Well done a lovely poem.

Hi Val!

thanks!


the 'mass of more' was written as I heard this line 'mass amore' which I think is a latin phrase! I dont know what it means so i'm off to google it and learn!

Mass ' amore

The principal dungeon of a feudal castle. A Moorish word.

wow, great word to use in future.

hey Val I think it fits in the poem too, if the protaganist is feeling isolated

Another corker! i really like the rhymes in this and the use of soft-sounding words, it feels like the conversations I have with Chris when we're both dropping asleep. The last line/word really rounds it off well too. I really like your stuff, I hope I can hear you perform this.

"Mass amore"

Yes I can see Pete, it would fit. To be locked inside of her all cosy and warm. Gives me lovely goosebumps. :-)