lady sleep

i've had my ear nibbled by lady sleep.
sandman has left her to her own devices yet again and she comes for me.
she's cool to the touch,
comforting,
her taste is like fresh water after miles of travel in the sand.
she grabs my hand,
i can barely stand.
so i go now to lay next to her and dream.
dream until i rip out from the seams and can be born into what I've always wanted to be.
a better me.

lady sleep had hands that roam
purifying every inch of me
bringing me closer to true dreaming
bringing me closer to her
with lips like rain
they kiss my desert mouth
we make mud
beautiful mud
it slides
slides the pain away
because it cant root in mud

i have no vegetation
to keep the desert still