Non-Erotic PoetryTo SleepWhat I want from him
is strands brushed away
from my tangled forehead
and the sweet whisper “sleep.”
I want to rest assured
armor has been taken up
and I will have no worries;
tomorrow will come gently.
Fluid muscles stretch
as I blink in the bright.
Warm sheets caress
night kissed skin.
I’ve awoke to the knowledge
that this is what I need;
a knight in shining armor
who whispers to me “sleep.”
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