Who is calling my name
so relentlessly
Standing
on the edge of the night?
their
voice,
sharp as the damascus sword,
is slicing my dreams.
why are they not letting me sleep?
Don’t they know,
sleep is the only country
that I am allowed to love you.
So here I am,
awake as light post,
with a sleepy mouth
chanting your name
against my own.
10.6.17
Washington, D.C.
Peyman
One Poem At A Time 