My empty bed
I try to slow down and settle, I want to relax my busy brain, hoping to drift off to sleep, so you will visit me again
Will you come to me, share time with me whilst I'm in a dream like sleep, I lay waiting just hoping into my dream again you'll creep
Then I'll get to be with you, I then won't have to dream alone, hopefully I'll remember it, to turn it into poetry on my phone
So we can be together perhaps walking hand in hand, through a field of flowers or across a beach of golden sand
Fingers bound together entwined in a complex lovers knot, I know it may not be real but for now it's all i got
These fleeting night-time blessings, give this broken poet so much hope, it helps me deal with the loneliness, it really helps me cope
So please when I drift off to sleep, just come into my head, so I don't have to sleep alone in this my empty bed
THE KINKY POET