Sleep dreamer

me. copy

Inhale my breath,

et touche mes rêves,

nighttime partner;

sleep dreamer.

Thread and bind my face;

draw my hands that glide on water.

Gentle ties of sleep, dream father.

Quiet swimmer,

our hands shape songs,

with shallow breaths.

A rhythm dream, that beats at night;

our lonesome dance.

Categories: beat poetry, Sketchbook SkoolTags: , , , , , ,

Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities.

I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.


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