Eyes drooping
Stooping down to consider my pillow
Soft pillow
molding to my head
like a loaf of fresh bread
Bread for breakfast
I will dream of the steam
that will rise from the loaf
as it turns into toast
sleep
Sleepwalking
Hang your hat on the head of my bed
and slide under covers thick and feathered
Wrap as much of you around as much of me
and come and meet me in my sleep
Elsa Curtis | I like to write 