as I look to my left,
I see my shadow
dance against the
wall--the faint curve
of my eyelashes against
the plane of my cheek--
my hair, umkempt and
tousled from another
restless night.

sleep, why do
you evade me?
have I done
something to
upset you, lady?
all dressed in
silver, flirting
with my eyelids,
caressing my
sweaty forehead
soothingly.

won't you join me in bed, lady?
it's cold without you.

about my short week of insomnia. don't like it...but what the hey. why not.