Hello, Subconscious, how deep are you?
I've been told from looking at the man—
His forehead, eye bags, cheekbones, etc—
You can tell how long he's sleep-denied.
That accepted, now you can know how long
I've been sleep-deprived. But tell me
What the heart and brain and mind are not—
What's my body really demanding?
I've quit coffee down to decaf tea.
Twice I've overdosed on Valium!
I've meditated nights to the end—
Jazz, stories, blankness, everything!
Hardly anything I haven't tried!
Yet, I've remained sleep-deprived. Do tell
What the heart and brain and mind cannot—
What's my body demanding to sleep?
That steam from your cup, what is it?
Camomile & Spearmint—it's from Twinings.
Drink it—it's good for you. But let me tell
What your body really needs and demands.
Someone to chat to in bed each night
Till sleep comes and consumes you both.
Someone to make sweet love to after tea,
To fully tranquillize your tautened nerves...
Someone whose twin robust breasts settle by
And warm you through each night—you may not know
But to be sure of mornings beside her.
Then you'll no more dread relentless nights.
I'll release much more pleasurable sleep,
Half what your body's demanding, half
Being that someone—Look, it's way overdue—
If she's yours truly and yours to keep.
Thanks, Subconscious. I'll go get me that one!
Stop. Don't go. You don't have to go.
It does not belong to you to go—
There she is, ambling her bulk your way.
She's called Princess—daughter of a King.
You may call her what you may call her.
Take her in—yours truly, yours to keep.
It's the fullness sleep demands of body.