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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:
Sleep.
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.
 
 
I think she is too sparing with her words however. Too unyielding a view of what constitutes good language and not enough attention to the underlying ideas that give meaning and life to our existence. Our lives being more then the precision of words placed just so. Instead let her listen to the music and dance in the embrace of her partner while couples whirl around about them reveling in the sum of whole being greater than the individual parts.
Such a clever way of describing insomnia as a insatiable lover. So clearly and well described.
I love this poem. I read it again and again...about six times and still can't get enough. Absolutely love it.
I read your poem and had such a clear vision in my mind... It was very erotic.....very classy.....