Appear Sleep Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Appear Sleep



My body language
Is currently dependent
by your essence.
Your chest my favorite cushion
Your arms my favorite couch
to crash on
Perfectly conforming
to the shape of my head.
When I am here I am at peace
No matter the time or the place.
Visibly I appear sleep
to the outside world
But in your arms,
I am free to be
Living my perfect dream

Appear Sleep
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,poetry
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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