Bedtime Stories

Slowly–
gently fall into the night
hush with the bird's whispers–
hold it tight.

Slowly–
gently make it worth

Living is not yet
that old forgotten bet.

In a dream it must be known
how reality descends
(into a port)
murmuring
(La petite mort)
into the neck of the bent
and the bent of a neck

Like a cheap perfume.