We embrace as reluctant lovers,
Insomnia and me.
Three kisses, alternating cheeks,
like the Nederlanders do.
We do not sit and have a glass of wine,
nor do we discuss the day’s events
–He simply waits out the night
while I play silent sycophant.
I wish that I could
slide down his body and
suck his cock,
seduce him into surrendering that for which I seek:
But he keeps me waiting;
He always does.
And then, at the last possible moment
just before my sanity slips away,
He fucks me insidiously
until I am the one surrendering,
until I am the one submitting,
until I am the one who fades reluctantly
before the coming of the day.