The trouble with insomnia

is that you get so damn tired of it.

To me though she is a constant lover,

she fills my day and gives more and more

and more and more….ad infinitum.

 

I can’t miss this dark and brooding mistress

as she never leaves me alone, she caresses

with care and whilst my head feels fevered,

boiling to the touch on some days,

she whispers down my ear,

that it will be alright, she will see

me through the rain, she will be with

constantly

as she always has been, from such a young age,

till the moment I decide that sleep,

that deep beautiful sleep, headache free,

pain free, painkiller free,

free,

sleep is what will separate us.

 

I can’t miss you beautiful dark space woman,

you crook your finger and my head spins,

I would kiss you but the neglect of passion

is all that stops you becoming less

than void

and I tire of your game.

 

Yet you prove to me still,

after all this time,

that I see so much because

you keep me awake for it all,

and I do,

I do take you with open arms

and I would smother you

with kisses but you had wet lips to

welcome me with,

for deep beautiful insomnia

let me brave…

 

When the time comes…

 

Let me kiss you with passion.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015