….The Occupied Poet….
Shall I cause you to sleep,
By gentle tickles,
By drowsy lyrics?
I see her sleepless in midnight bed.
I shall take you to the hinterland,
Where you owe to me,
Few dreams I see,
You who lend wings to my dreams.
We are duly taken and already fettered,
By adorable milieus,
In decent civics,though,
Can I imagine I kissed eyes shut,lips pressed?