Night Sweats

Never write
about your sweated dreams
or sleep beyond each sunrise

You will not shake off
those fallacious night beads

There are no secrets left
in my head

And waking late
to such a foul mouth grog
does my humour no good

Good God
Do not listen to this shit

We ran painless and fluid
We were wanton again

Do not return to me
in my sheet-damp dreams

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