The Lover

Damon Norko

I sleep with ten pillows

(I could do more)

I stack them at night

Into one giant pile.

 

Burrow through to tomorrow,

I have them to hold;

But then I crush them

Like I’m stealing their souls –

 

Lifeless they yield –

They fit to my form

And though I am buried,

I still clutch for more.

 

In a landscape of nightmares,

I demolish them all!

They’re helplessly slaughtered

At Dawn – on the floor.

 

Save one little pillow

Onto which my head lies –

This is a basin

Into which my love drains.

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