I can not sleep.
For how can I close my eyes
When leaving them open
Means staring at the angel beside me.
An angel with her breath slow and heavy,
The way she speaks to me,
Her mind a million miles away
In a land I will never reach.
A faint smile lifts her lips
And a curl wraps around her fingers,
Tying her down to a deep and committed sleep.
In a few hours she will wake.
Sleep having swollen her face
Ever so slightly
In all the right places
To make her look just like a porcelain doll.
She is mine.
By some crazy twist of fate,
This angel beside me is mine.
And so I stay awake
Sacrificing my sleep,
Each night a reflection of the night before.
For how could I ever sleep
With such a beauty before me?