Jennifer L Granville
The Sleep Of Three - Poem by Jennifer L Granville
Aligned in a strange symmetry of we
Back to face and back to face
Laying in a bed of three
The formation of our sad allotment of space
Of the restless states of sleep we were allowed.
She lay in her only-found peace, in grace
Strongly alone against the wall
With the familiar frown gone from her face
The happiest perhaps of us all
In the strength of her chosen isolation.
In beauty he slept, face lit with contentment’s ease
Beloved hands eagerly reaching to touch her back…
The lines he thought so lovely.
Hungry to appease
The chill of her cruel constancy, and perhaps to crack
The seal so tight upon the door of her dark dominion.
Gingerly perched upon the precipice, awake.
I studied them, captive in irony’s ring
As I reached to his back with the same mistake
Of thinking vulnerable verity would bring
That which was not my right to claim, nor her ability to give.
How many nights sleep abandoned me to view
That picture of longing and backs and arms
Knowing what I wished for would never be true…
That perhaps in loving,
I could be enough
To lea his hand in sleep
To find my smiling, grateful cheek.
Prime and odd, the number three, And even in sleep, the thief of me.
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