Sleepwalking from Sleepwalker by Hourloupe

Shadow of your hand across my wrist’s
Enough to turn me from that to this

Is all it takes to alter my steps

Leave me alone in my sleepwalking

My feet are lead, my arms outstretched
Fingers first is how I tread—
I’m all touch—

Leave me alone in my sleepwalking

Except that I hear air crush

As I enter into this room of wool

And sense a transposition from heat to cool… warmth

Up the fibers climbs, I press
And it’s your chest I find
My hands wander: where’s the heart?

Leave me alone in my sleepwalking

Then all in one rushing gasp: your breath yet
Faint as spider arms or lash-fine antennae
Of a wasp

Leave me alone in my sleepwalking

It’s both wrists you’ve got me by
Now with a grip like a predator
On spinal arcs of two limp mice

And we rise

Leave me alone in my sleepwalking

And on those two split screens behind the lids
One vision that was hidden from me exposes
Itself in this black blinding-ness:


It’s you…returned…as if you hadn’t left
The cover upturned, right here next to me
In this bed sleeping, where I sleep too

Dreaming of walking out and meeting you, please
Leave me alone

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