The Sleeper The Sleeper Early light creeps across the panes, Throwing gold through thick curtains, As I lie, flesh under hand.
Closed eyes pace steady dream meter.
Breaths rise and fall. I watch, ruminative, trailing back Before her luminous heart came when I was dark, hateful, Alone, Giving barbs and thistle, Not roses as now. Lovers were baubles, their talk baby Noises Not becoming my civility or stature. I chose singularity and paced the road, Aggrandized and spiteful, Disgust my viral litany. Those I passed I chided, Laughing at love.