Why sleep
when the words
are running through
the maze of my mind
gushing up through
my pores
in liquid divine
Why sleep
if my fingers could
be interlocked with yours
wrists pinned
our legs a-tangle
souls wrapped
around each other
like the crush of
viscous silk
my breath
entering you
with the purity
of the most nourishing,
ink-stained milk
How on earth to sleep
when this wild restlessness
electrifies my bones
makes me roam into
the caverns of deep
as the rushed heat
disintegrates my clothes
my inner loneliness
holds me in the night
spoons me for comfort
cups my ******* hard from behind
grips my throat
and squeezes me
with its presence
crushes my heart
with its emptiness,
its ghostly weight
tries to steal my breath
attempts to control
my fate
And I do not let it
No way
hell no
I will fight this
to the end
I will keep myself alive
and my soul will wander
through the night air
my womb
will search
for her home
as the blood spills
from the tip of my pen
and my heart beats
in lit
darkness,
alone