Sleeping Beauty’s Dream

If the sirens never stop their wail,
then I don’t know how we shall sleep.
But there are cemeteries for us,
blades of grass which keep the worms hidden
and deep.
But I will hold fast to you love
if nothing than for the warmth of your skin.
Let the outside world go away.
Inside we come again.
 
How I have marveled at your face
under the light of the midnight moon,
mortal man’s touch brushes off
and I feel the God there.
Yes, I am hungry for the sensation
which means you know me deep.
In the churches people pray
but out here we scream.
 
With nothing to loose
there is no need to weep.
Let the warden have the key.
I’ll keep this heat.
 
This is better than the sweetest drug
and I am hungrier than I thought I was.
Oh everyone look at me now.
I am living and I don’t know how


I did it before

when this is the first breath 
I have drawn.

If the sirens never stop their wail,
then I don’t know how we shall sleep.
But there are cemeteries for us,
blades of grass which keep the worms hidden
and deep.
But I will hold fast to you love
if nothing than for the warmth of your skin.
Let the outside world go away.
Inside we come again.
I will hold fast to you love
if nothing than for the warmth of your skin.
Let the outside world go away.
Inside we come again.

 
© Coleen T. Houlihan