Pillow Talk

Laying here in this sleepless bed

Tired eyes and restless head

“I wish, I wish,” says the cuckoo clock

“I wish to hear sweet pillow talk”


Tick tock, tick tock, disrupts the air

Tick tock-ing frazzles every hair

But hush-ed tones of whisper lisp

May calm the bones with white noise, crisp


Cuckoo strikes twelve but dares not announce

So as to not disrupt nor place an ounce

Of haste into the minds of those

With twiddling thumbs and wiggling toes


Despite the moon watching overhead

I feel alone in this low bed

Among the stars I might dare walk

If we go there in sweet pillow talk


I think of sweet nothings for you, my Love

Things you might not think of

Your skin is soft, your eyes are kind

You have the perfect whimsy-mind


So now I lay me down to sleep

In heaviness, my eyelids creep

Ever lower for the sake

Of swimming in Pillow Talk Lake


Where my mind rows

Among borogoves

And I kiss your nose

Until you blush like a rose

And my heart knows

And your heart knows

This Love we chose

Suspends ticks and tocks between cuckoo crows

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