You cry out <br />in your sleep <br /> <br />a little cry <br />of anguish <br /> <br />as if grief <br />touched your soul <br /> <br />with its cold cold hands. <br /> <br />I cover your breast <br />with my palm <br /> <br />comfort you <br />with touch <br /> <br />that dispells...quells <br /> <br />all fears <br />that gather here <br /> <br />until you're <br />... still <br /> <br />your lips mumbling <br />as if in confession <br /> <br />against my chest <br />(your chosen place of rest) <br /> <br />'I was mixing rose madder with...' <br /> <br />& then you fall back <br />gently into... <br /> <br /> <br />The artist <br /> <br />sleeps <br /> <br />dreams <br /> <br />smiles <br /> <br />cobalt blue mixing <br />with vermillion <br /> <br />to achieve <br /> <br />a rich warm <br />black<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-model-consoles-the-artist-in-her-sleep-for-janice/
