Idle

Collapse
to the dusty floor of your head.
It’s musty in there, and the air smells
like something long dead.

Dream
of waking on a sunny morning,
with the warmth from the window
wafting across your feather bed.
Kiss your love good morning
as you sit up,
and breathe…
And life courses through you,
and you feel the warm vibrations
and the subtle fluctuations
in your veins.
Breathe…

And then your body breaks
from the pressure
of the image in your head.
Sleep,
until your body wakes;
Rusty, tired, and underfed.

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