Slumber Party

 

 

What fills the crack that

 allows one to see inside mystifies

Yet is able to deny entrance

to Heaven and Hell all at once

With spine tingling ecstasy

 Bellowed with a plea up above

 There is no time for dovely patience

Even the Red Sea had to close

 at some point

after the many who broke free of

 the Trojan War

For patience bestills those who are

 still

and rest on the billowy cushions afterwards

 Instead of delivering pound for pound

 Blow for Blow

Without laughter

Without caressing

Without any Trojan interference

Patiently awaiting what’s to come

 of the outcome

from the one on the outside

 whose sword rests while the Army

   rejoices

though on guard

   to battle the elements again