Sleeping on the Couch Past Noon
The living room folds
into itself, and I too
collapse in softly.
Dreams flood like sunlight
to kiss the back of shut eyes,
waking me gently.
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Lovely image, and I adore “collaspse in softly”.
I could not pass by without reading this poem with such solitude, and calling. I must say it was worth stopping by the couch on a sunny day.