I usually don’t waste borrowed time tossing and turning,
Wiggling and worming,
Shifting and churning…
but tonight; the common caress of her body wash beads and fragrance Caress does not nurture, does not invest in… Rest!
I’ve counted sheep, lamb, stars, sandwiches and backwards from 99 times 3,
I’m fed up with this Nyquil ZZzz.
Instead of seeing the back of my eyes, I’m seeing the window, its pane, a streetlight and some trees.
When is this shit supposed to work!?
When the hell am I supposed to fall asleep?
I knew I shouldn’t have taken my usual temporary herbal vacation,
I’d be higher than a child flying kites off a blimp right now; verbatim.
Throat all itchy, reconsidering basking in the nudity all the way to the kitchen for hot chocolate, the marshmallows, the mix, the milk…
!!!!THATS MY SHIT!!!!
But it won’t lay me out as convincingly as she,
Her epidermis aroma,
her charm, her charity and calm.
I’m rubbing my eyes, toasted, in discomfort, awaiting a reason to just fall for the damsel in distress….