sleeping (faerie dust has nothing on us)

sleeping (faerie dust has nothing on us)

i.

this letting go of consciousness

living things all

must do it

sometimes we seek it pleading

sometimes it washes over us

our craving a solitary peace

calling for it by name

sleeping

this willful suspension

of seeming

awareness

from seeing only outward

to seeing only inward

falling into another world

into fluttering eyes closed

dreaming

that free-for-all of thinking

an unfettered mind

performing

for an audience of only one

pulling us away deeper and deeper

as if we do not mind

this solitary mindlessness

but. . .

ii.

hey

hello

can you hear me

are you listening

do you understand

my temporary madness

i am out of my mind

now

this is what i am asking:

i want to let go of consciousness

with you

this is not will you sleep with me

this lying together to fall asleep

slipping into each other’s dream:

we’ll hold hands

or better yet

wrap your legs around me

we will not let go

slipping

falling

with bodies pressed together so

until

faerie dust has nothing on us