Insomniac

She waits for midnight.

She waits for the moon

to shine through her window.

With a wink

it lights her world.

An insomniac,

she never sleeps.

And when darkness arrives,

she creeps.

A freak.

She waits for silence.

She waits for the whisper

of fabric against skin.

Clothes being pushed and pulled

sideways.

An insomniac,

she never sleeps.

But the sweetest dreams

come while she’s wide awake.

Her hands.

His hands.

She waits for the first noise.

She waits for the “okay”

His hands roam freely

Skin against skin

whispering a language

she didn’t know

She curses his name for making her

crazy.

Crazy to think her own hands could ever

replace his.

She waits for her heart to slow.

She waits patiently.

An insomniac,

she never sleeps.

She waits for him.

She waits for sunrise.