To Sleep Poem by Martha J. Eshelman

the lover beside you, tell each other stories as if words were constant suns not moons waxing with desire spot of poems are sleeping..... in a small pond with sunny flowers

Martha this is awesome. Much enjoyed thank you.

Now this is truly a poem. It moves from the unconscious outward and contains crisp visual images. Every word is relevant and works to create a singular effect. Bravo!