6 – Sword

Who is calling my name

so relentlessly
on the edge of the night?
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.
Washington, D.C.

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