She comes on gossamer wings to me by night.
Soft, gentle words that pull on the senses like saccharine lead,
dark lips that press a kiss and beckon me to sleep.
Few can resist her gentle pull, her embrace
a soft siren song for you to settle in her deep arms,
verdant and soft and all-encompassing.
She kisses away my tears as they melt into eiderdown,
a low smooth lullaby for the restless wanderer,
a drug perfected for the lonely soul.

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"Thank God for Jet's belladonna or I'd never get any sleep." That single sultry phrase spoken by Nicole Kidman inspired this poem, but it was also inspired by the need to rest, even with such a potentially deadly muse as the bona fide belladonna.