Insomnia

insomniasleepbed042312_LargeWideCaught a glimpse of your shadow last night
would have missed that much had not the wind whistled
like it does when it wants the curtains to dance
and she so coy,
the way she looks over her shoulders when nobody’s watching
giggling fabric
she so cool
Love the effortless sway from moonlight to windowsill
It was this love making of the wind and my curtains that alerted me to your footsteps
and though short lived, I can still smell the essence that is your backbone
you’re fresh batteries in worn flesh
a taste of perfection after a clean death
but you didn’t kiss my grave rejuvenation last night
I waited for you
like a desperate lover on the edge of embrace
hoping for a hit of youth to strengthen calm my memories
for your calm to hold back my storms
for your peace to let down the curtains that is my eyelids
but dear sleep,
I was your fool last night.

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