Lie with me, Sleep; pull me down to the dark and deep.
Cradle me closely in your surreal abyss;
Touch me, taste me with your strange, lipless kiss.
Free me, capture me and into my mind creep,
As my forgotten body in the night gropes and weeps
For something created by anything other than this
Voice of yours in my dream’s ear you hiss.
Oh saturate my being, but be kind to me, Sleep.
When our rendezvous is come to an end
And we are caught — discovered by the waking dawn,
We will have to be more careful the next day…
Come, Sleep, from Life I have stolen again,
And he will never know that I am gone
Unless, that is, we get carried away.