Night night

“Night night, peanut butter,”
dove off my chipped tooth
and sailed through the space between us
in blind faith, like a skydiver on jump “I’ve lost count”,
already at home in your ear

While I started my climb up the stairs
to where dreams awaited me,
as long as I didn’t try too hard to find them,
shrugging off the heavy arms of day’s business
already too tired to hold on

Slipping free
I landed in a billowing cloud of sheets,
pressing my weight into the bed
like an impatient dog, nudging a sleeping hand,
and fell down from my mind,
splattering like a jug of milk
dropped from somebody’s balcony
into the deepest cracks of my consciousness.

©09.05.2018 ebn