INSOMNIA

Verse from 'The Tower Room',

by Lord David

This one night as I lay awake,

brain steeping in boiling plans

for world domination,

breathing slow fire and

listening to the wild

drums of my heart,

I would cool the fever

on the dry skin of my palms

against your honeyed flesh.

No shared secret spoken here,

or rending sex

of inhuman passion

could possibly be antidote

to this poisonous void.

Only your still form

and cool fine hair

in which to bury

my galloping thoughts,

might arrest this

vagabond caravan

of gypsy night.

It does not matter

if you know who

I will ever be,

as long as your

cool contagious sleep

bleeds me out into dream,

watching the movement

of your visioned eyelids

hypnotic potion cure.

This one night

I would give you

my last canister

of pure milk chocolate

and maybe some of

my last beer

to sleep beside your beauty.