Sweet sleep awaits my tired eyes.
My need is ever increasing,
to lay my nodding head on to feather filled pillows.
To soften thought.
Swaying my mind from starry heavens into
fairy-tale woodlands.
Sparkling hedges,
sprinkled with the Sandmans dust.

Leaving my day behind,
to lose myself within my natural desire,
now embraced by the silky feel of my cover.

Dreaming awe,
these nights are engulfed in thankful minds,
caressed by thought,
and loved by the velvet walls of imagination.

Dreaming of you,
happily, our bodies sleeping in a cocoon,
waiting for the day,
the cocoon opens to reveal the birth of purity,
strength, unity,
and most importantly, the beating heart of our love.

© Adam Williams 2006

The body slammed the bed, as it was thrown from a man,
She was bare and exhausted, rubbing his body with her hand.
She took a grip on her breast, sucked on her own erected nipple,
Every scream, every jolt, every drop in a ripple.
He felt like a stud, and she was the whore,
Maria was so silent as she watched her mother from the door.
Tangled and tied, with an unknown man,
The day she saw her mother lie and family disputes began.
Father raise a fist, then father take a gulp,
Alcohol was his side-kick as he beat her to a pulp.
Maria run for safety, Maria run away.
Maria, don't be foolish, you can't wish for death when you pray.

© Adam Williams 2006

I'm sat in my chair, as a silence fills the room,
It's a cold winters morning, a bitter breeze starts to loom,
Did I do a colour test, or did I do it again?
There's a red mark on the wall, and I don't own a red pen.

© Adam Williams 2006