Revised

Break the rules.
I'm sleeping in my clothes tonight
a paradigm not far from fright.
I want to.
What are those deep desires?
Too much not knowing?
Too little to aspire?

I had that dream,
held it- but it's gone tonight.
Pulled out-
grasped out of the heart and soul.
Physically touched and strained out.
Nothing. Empty. Waiting.
Left to lay accompanied by reason,
It's unbearable plight and impetuous crudeness.

-thx C. DM