April 4

The Queen of Slumber

Denizen of the doze,
guided by purring one’s
expertise in the realms
of relaxation, soft sheets
melt into piles of pillows.
Lavender is lovely but
even orange ginger,
despite its claims,
barely causes a stir:
consciousness lingers
a wakeful second or two more
then the delightful drift.
Greedy to prolong the moment
when, still aware, she knows
she is destined to sleep.
Pleasure at its purest.
She will wear the crown of dreams.