Bed is the Boundary (NaPoWriMo #11)

Bed is the Boundary

 

This is a dream that breathes what it pleads:

Desire.

For every fire lit in slumber,

Another waking question is posed:

Where is it in waking?

Why does the mind reach for the unattainable?

Unexplainable.

Unless to hint at secret places

That tooth and nail long to rip out of reverie.

Eyes open and it drains.

The conscious world requires refrain

And sense.

One cannot act on every discontent, every drive, every kiss,

Save in dreaming.

Thus, it is no surprise

Why I wake

With dewy eyes.