All Comments on 'Sleepless Without Him'

too much....but it wasn't.

what great images:

I cannot think, I cannot dream ?

I want to take and sip the crimson sunset?

but the moonlight is quicksilver,

slipping away from my trembling hand,

sliding down my melting body beneath silken sheets;

in the warm hollow left by his body

I sleep.

that is beautiful writing.

I'm impressed

Thank you

....girl, I like your style! You and I travel the same highways. Some terrific phrasing here, well beyond good in spots.

"i want to take and sip the crimson sunset..."

what a wonderful line..what a wonderful, although very sad poem. i could relate.. nice nice nice!