Sleep

Where is my warm black?
The night is long.
The dry sheets and the tender moon
Fail to hear my old song.

I measure the room
I hear you breathe
This longest day
Never let’s me leave.

Awake? you sometimes say
Yes? I am not in sleep yet.
To be drenched in a dream.
To drown in hot wet.

Where is my hot black?

© Gaylene Barnes, 2005