Tender floss
of my flesh
that I wove
in my deep organs;
tender floss
so easily chilled:
Sleep, close
to me!
The partridge
sleeps in clover,
listening to
its heart beat.
Don't let my
breathing disturb you:
Sleep, close
to me'.
Tiny, trembling
herb
surprised by
life
Don't leap
from my breast:
Sleep, close
to me!
I who have
lost everything,
now shudder
with thoughts of sleep.
Don't slip
from my arms:
Sleep, close to me!
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edited February 14, 2000
by: PhoneBoy