Lullaby
In sleep, you keep lingering on
Blooming with the blossoming dawn-
My penetrating piece of mind
Pretending this time, fate is kind.
So now we go, let loose, sow seeds,
Plant in mother Earth what she needs;
Stewing synapses, boiling blood
Because we're playing in the mud.
Pockets of perfume in the air.
I act like I've been unaware,
But the scent sends itself to me.
Surrender my senses to thee.
My chances… They haven't been blown.
Together, we are now alone.
A breeze to please, breathe in, release.
Tension teases us toward peace.
There's something attractive in
The fire catching in your skin.
Cares caressed as we rest regrets,
There's no reason to be upset.
All the bad things: they disappear.
Through the smoke screen, the signal clears:
Glowing bright in the soft, low lights
Of the pyre we built tonight.
Soaked in your sweat and salty tears,
Dive deeper than the sea appears.
Washed over, riding on the waves
Feel how the rhythmic flow behaves.
Then when words waft with the current,
We will wonder where the time went.
Plunge back in, then splash, sink or swim;
Sink and swim, spasm of the limbs.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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