All Comments on 'Insomnia'

If I were "time" I would wait for you - always. Lovely poetry, lovely feelings. I want more.

I wonder how many people read this poem and seen themselves?I know I did. Good Job!

What happens to today?

When it becomes tomorrow

When it becomes tomorrow (which is actually now today)The today that was is now yesterday.

Your poem was much less confusing than the last comment. Very nice job.

BD

Sleeplessness seeking solace.

Thanks and thanks again for when you offer your own comments in poetic form.

Because you need to embrace your erotic self, dear. Free your words and your imagination to claim your piece of the universal sensation of lust yearning it's way toward satisfaction in the heart. When you've lived the fulfillment of your desire, even just in your mind and words... Then you can rest there... And sweetly sleep. All the best

-Langston Lover