Why no rest
For the seemingly young
Traveler?
Maybe it’s because
I’m with the best,
The most fun,
The one caller.

He isn’t the only thing
Keeping
Me awake.
It’s the ache
And the pain
I feel
Due to the rain.

The man,
My all wonderful knight,
Lays next to me.
I feel his hand
Roam against my waistband.

His movement
Is one of a quiet,
Drowsy,
Sleepy nature.

When I start drifting off
Relaxed and warm
In your grasp,
I feel something different.

A pang goes
Through my chest
Moving towards my breast.
“Oh no,” I think
As I wonder
If this might be…

A storm coming,
A steady falling shower.
One that may help that flower,
But not for another hour.

The weather
Brings about a tightness
That chews at the cuts
Made on the outside
That penetrates towards the inside.

I think to myself
Finding it slightly funny,
“Ah great, war scars
Acting up and fighting
To get some attention.”

But Mother Nature
May be causing
The insomnia…
In a different way
Saved for this day.

Again, a pain
Shoots through my stomach,
“Did I eat too much?”
“Ow! Was that touch
Harder than I thought?”

“Bang!”
The last word I felt
Before I knew it’d be
Too late.

But I know
**** straight
From this feeling
That everything’s in order.
I know there will be no disorder.

I know I’m with
The most caring,
The most compassionate,
The most kind
Boyfriend.

There is no rest
When someone
Who’s so true
Is laying with you.

Why no rest
For the seemingly young
Traveler?
Maybe it’s because
I’m with the best,
The most fun,
The one caller.