When I Sleep Noons

who knew the best naps would be
those incited by twitches trying to pull me out of being
tired
full
warm breezes climb the back of my thighs
as I am contorted in my most comfortable shape
as I am eyelashes grazing the crescent bags painted acrostic like
Deeper
Rest
Easing
Aimlessly
More
Into
Nestled
Goneness