Sleep draped upon shoulders
like dark air habit, lingering
moods of day shrouded night
in dim expectation,
loneliness in sunshine was gentler,
dusky laughter in the eaves from wastrel winds
floorboards groaned
dispassionate in evening chill.
Flickering candles glowed in amber wine,
fragrance of a single rose; and skin
began to report wants, phantom touches
and remembered wisps of silk;
I found her there just
as hope had begun to harden,
and proudly erected walls
began to doubt its purpose;
to keep precious things.
Somehow thoughts
recovered, will revived
and arms remembered pathways;
her soft eyes pierced
changes of dragging time
sleep forgotten and would wait,
there were miracles on fingertips
and hours yet before dawn.
A contest entry
- can't sleep. by layla..
300 points, ended March 26, 2008, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The best way to overcome desire is to satisfy it. by shiratikva.
1500 points, ended May 12, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like your words choice in the poem:
"Flickering candles glowed in amber wine,
fragrance of a single rose; and skin
began to report wants, phantom touches
and remembered wisps of silk;"
It's lovely.
Thank you for entering, good luck! -
perfect!!!
i don't have anything else to say. this has brilliant imagery and power... 
thanks for entering.
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There are nights when sleep is absolutely unnecessary and even not welcome.
Not sure if it's just my mind or if was really your intention to add more than one thought to the 4th stanza.
Either way I see 'things' there that pertain to soft sleepless nights.
Loved the poem, adored the last stanza!
Mari
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