I love this high bed
I get to sleep all stretched out
Diagonally
If there were a man
Sleeping at my side he might
Not have enough room
What if my man fell
Out of bed because of me?
He would wake with a thud
Say I had a lover
Who pulled me close while we slept;
Would I dream this much?
I had so many
Dreams last night; no surprise. I
Wish I could show you
If I had a way
To capture my vivid dreams
You would understand
For the time being
I love dreaming and sleeping;
Do not wake me up
Written while lying in bed the morning of September 20, 2012
As I post this, I am laughing to myself at how much last night's "evening haiku" sounded like one poem, made up of stanzas. Same with this one. I actually wrote both--all--of these haiku as separate, free standing verse.
I had been thinking, the night before, about how much I'd love to have a wild and brave man lying next to me, but when I awoke, I realized that some of the time, anyway, I just love sleeping all by myself. However, this is probably a moot point because out of many hundreds of nights in the past handful of years, I have only slept next to one man, and that only for four nights. He did not turn out to be nearly as brave as he pretended to be, much to my chagrin. So, again, I set sail nightly in my own ship of dreams, my bed.
I had been thinking, the night before, about how much I'd love to have a wild and brave man lying next to me, but when I awoke, I realized that some of the time, anyway, I just love sleeping all by myself. However, this is probably a moot point because out of many hundreds of nights in the past handful of years, I have only slept next to one man, and that only for four nights. He did not turn out to be nearly as brave as he pretended to be, much to my chagrin. So, again, I set sail nightly in my own ship of dreams, my bed.
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