You fell asleep
Like milk being stirred into tea
You felt yourself being distributed
into slumber
You floated cold
With the lovelorn shipping heiress
Grasping at chocolate bars
And barbiturates
Sleep as heavy as the look
Of desperation
A tongue waited on words
That wouldn’t come.
Gravity turns your gazes
Into faces
The kisses didn’t know what they were
Until they had ended
Sleep is the gravity of the mind
Seizing on broken things
You can’t turn the heavy ship
To wake against the rudder
You form black water into black ice
Hold her hand
You won’t be in this dream for long
Can’t succor her with a kiss
Can no longer fly
Can’t help
But turn the boat on its side
A person wakes to crash
And for the dreamer’s sake
A person hopes to crash
When she hopes again to wake
Beauty is Imperfection 
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