Not sloth but thought of you keeps me abed.
\nI summon you up, nuzzling the sheets
\nas if mere want might lie in your stead,
\nmy hands manage to rival our feats.<\/p>\n
I no longer hold you in my sleep.
\nEven when you feature in a dream
\nI pinch myself awake. No slumber\u2019s deep
\nenough to mask you\u2019re not the mate you seem.<\/p>\n
Why should I rise and dress if not in quest
\nof you, who\u2019ve led me to this cul-de-sac?
\nMore than absence leaves me this depressed.
\nFinding you would never bring you back.<\/p>\n
If pain be proof of love, then love it must
\nhave been. If not, what pain there is in lust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Not sloth but thought of you keeps me abed. I summon you up, nuzzling the sheets as if mere want might lie in your stead, my hands manage to rival our feats. I no longer hold you in my sleep. Even when you feature in a dream I pinch myself awake. No slumber\u2019s deep enough … <\/p>\n