Gripped

I had short naps

In between scenes

Gripped by your grip

Never let me go.

At the end we went home

Feeling triumphant

Released and satisfied.

To cap it all off

Is the possibility of a rare,

Sweet sleep tonight

Gripped by your grip

Never let me go.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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