Slumber
Sleep
Not in that Night
Whose Particulars knock at
Thy Doctrine’s Door.
Preacher of the Unnatural,
Teacher of Hypocrisy.
Hypocrite,
Shall not predict
What lies in the Slumber.
Thy Heart
Feels What wanders Here,
Thy Soul
Knows not What stalks
Beneath the Closing of thine Eyes.
I command thee not:
Fall asleep if thou wilt,
But will thine Eyes open once again
After meeting What lies Beyond?
Player,
Shall not play Demise
Since she whores around anyway.
Fall asleep and I will catch thee with
A Kiss upon thine Lips.
Awaken -
I invoke thee to arise
From thy Slumber.
Forget What dwells in
The Land of Slumber.
Shower my Body
With Passion -
Let us grip one another
In Indulgence of sexual Activity.
Or
Sleep well, my prince:
May Grains of Sand bury
Thee to thy Rest,
As I place kisséd Flowers
Upon thy still Body.
Night-night.
