Sleep
We find it in a foetal curl
Once I've talked you back to bed
From TV's anodynic glow.
It punctuates the darkness left
By day with twitches, turns and sighs,
Marks out two commas on a sheet,
A clause unread by waking eye.
Once I've talked you back to bed
From TV's anodynic glow.
It punctuates the darkness left
By day with twitches, turns and sighs,
Marks out two commas on a sheet,
A clause unread by waking eye.