Brookwrite

Pantoumime

(Sleeping Safe and Sound)

So let us sleep and make no noise,
no careless nor illegal moves,
our joys can be too profane
to what becomes a lady.

No careless nor illegal moves,
you might get hurt undeserving
to what becomes a lady
so let us sleep -- please be still.

You might get hurt undeserving
by hammers pounding in your heart,
so let us sleep -- please be still --
we'll lie together in purple satin.

By hammers pounding in your heart
you'll know that what we feel is real,
we'll lie together in purple satin
til the sunrise shines through the pale blue curtains.

We must lie still and never touch,
our joys can be too profane,
carnal lust could disease our souls,
so let us sleep and make no noise.

This poem is likely more enjoyable if you're aware that it's in the form of a pantoum.