Lovesick

Still soft asleep

I would cover her body in words

Ravish the silk at her neck

Yet such speech might rouse her

The moon peeks in and taps her wrist

I cannot kill dreams

I’ve not dreamed myself

My nurse stirs

Perhaps my muttered curses

Will buy not love but less pain

Gain a short joined truce

Betray me to that most passionate seduction

The delirious fantasy of hope

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