In Safe Hands

She is in deep slumber fully-protected
by sentinels of her passion
each page lulls her to sleep
the satiny sheet competes
with the silky sentences
caressed by commas
kissed by the periods
tickled by the exclamation points of desire
this fine lady is wide awake in her slumber
her senses tingled with
anticipation on the flow
of each chapter interwoven
with an intricate design for destiny
as the clock ticks till dawn peeps into the dark room
our lady peacefully snores
and then wakes up refreshed,
full - booked
in her slumber


© Rosemarie Miranda

In Safe Hands