Sonnet VI: If I Should Sleep

Perchance I slumber, whilst she watcheth mee;
So deeply do I sleep; nor chance to wake.
Though doth, to touch, she lovingly adore?
Oblivious, I still yet slumber on.

How now, to look upon me whole, doth she?
I sleep; so warm a breath the night wouldst make.
Doth she, my contours, lovingly explore?
So doth my rest, so shan’t I stir thereon.

And doth my love withal abound such glee,
Caresses deeply striven, then partake?
Though all, should I desire to wake, the more,
I barely stir; though should I, whereupon.

But see! my love but breathe my name; forsake
Mine oft adoréd sleep, do I, anon.

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9 responses to “Sonnet VI: If I Should Sleep

  1. I strive within my heart and out through my hands
    To soft your dreams on their way,
    And to soothe your mind
    That skips so quickly across the vast star-fields,
    Never lighting
    Upon any mote that might give pause
    To the whirling dance
    Of your thoughts that never stop
    Even in sleep.

    To wake you is temptation
    But I never fall prey to simple illusion.
    My desires bend all toward
    Your peace.


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