Friday, October 10, 2014

INSOMNIA

In these sleepless hours
you visit me
you lay your head
on night’s black shoulder
and caress the wounds
My open eyes
listen to your tired stories
a mouse running on its wheel

Morning is suspicious
there are no guarantees, after all
The white noise, a siren
In the stillness of this night
you accompany me
as I race to the end of myself
Why do you jump up and down
shouting at me?
You evade my seduction
Light the candle
while I sing you a lullaby
Close your eyes
Your silence is much too loud
as you breathe down my neck

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