Refugees of Reason

Into Your Slumbering Reclining Head

Sonnet II

Into your slumbering, reclining head,
Away from light of day or shadowy lampposts
Comes hither the one that nature boasts;
Climbing beneath cotton waves of joint bed,
Passing from coldness and thick darkness
Singing words from an eternal book of hymns
To lay between once pliant, yielding limbs;
Touching at first upon you with gentle caresses,
Only simmering, then heating you beyond tolerance
To flush those parts that once birthed life —
Tossing away the shackles of mother and wife
As body prepares for its inevitable senescence;
The youthful years came and passed, without pity!
Outside, birds continue to sing their ancient ditty.

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