~Wishing For Insomnia~
She holds his hand,
but vises my heart.
When she speaks my name
it sounds safe in her mouth,
but she is not to blame
when she makes me smile when I’m tired.
Her eyes are galaxies
and the reason to stay awake,
but her stars light the sky
of another’s tepid lake.
When she’s around
my resistance breaks down—
please, please pass me by.
My morals and reason can’t resist
even if my actions tend to try.
Her smiles are presents
she has no idea she sends,
with bows in knots which she ties.
She is what is in the room
at Christmas time
if you stop opening gifts and listen.
I know what I’m missing
when her fired glance
licks my face
and is replaced by saying his name.
I could close my eyes and dream,
but my fantasies couldn’t create
the vision my heart sees
when it is awake.
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