Abstract Sleep

Abstract in nature
while put on paper
I am all that’s later
read me to flavor.

For a piece of soft
lace and flowers.
Place me in a pipe
to taste for hours.

Lift the chalice up
to sip to enough
of something tough
turned smooth up.

For the love leap
to heights appease
all the happy leaves
high up in trees.

Tell a spell well
to teach the hell
you will find a way
for the myth’s spell.

That to be gentle
all is sentimental
never conventional
I will put in riddles.

For the love sleep
in my arms I weep
tales a love reaps
forever in me I keep.

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