JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
Sleepless - Poem by JenOfPoetry METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING
I can't sleep
Having a selfish battle within myself
I am being childish… I can't have my way all the time as I wish…
You are weighing heavy on my mind… I know what should be done...
Yet I am selfish with mine…wanting all your time
Desires in the worst possible way
Too tired to play...
I just can't sleep
In my blood you flow…Love for you is all I have and know…
Don't want to tell you how I feel… Afraid I may lose my appeal
On my pillow I clutch…Dreaming and wishing of your touch…
Frustration and emotions on high… wanting to hear your voice….mental torture
A monster has been created… In this I hate it
Mixed with love and sensuality you have put a spell on me…
I use to be stronger than this… A man's embrace I never missed
You got me open
I can't sleep
Outside it's raining…
As the tears of the clouds pour
It's making me want you more…
Holding me… Whispers of "I love you in my ear…
Falling asleep in your arms not letting go…
Gently waking… As you rise with the sun
Kissing my forehead the way you do…
"Good morning babe"
Are the words that beautifully sing from your lips.
I think to myself Thank you Lord for giving me a man such as him…
With that sentiment I Watch you leave…
Wrapping myself in the blanket we shared…
Absorbing the last bit of you…Rolling myself into the place that you laid…
The smell of your cologne…Feeling the warmth you left behind… This is all mines.
Thinking about you makes my body convex…Why is this so complex...
Under the influence of nature… I try to erase the selfish picture
The hours are short…
Needing to sleep…If not… Additional attitudes inside will creep…
Another day will come…It will be all about you and me.
So for now I force myself to sleep.
©Revised: Aug 17 2012
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