Ramblings,another migraine (or the same one), and insomnia again....
So I am thinking I do not have insomnia. I write better in the middle of the night. I feel like I'm on track with writing in the middle of the night. The problem, I get up way late in the day, which if I am working poses a huge issue. With that said I did not have to work today and I wrote another poem. Linger seems to me to be from a mans point of view, so this one is from a woman's point of view. I hope you like it. The title is Feather. Feather Like a feather against my skin, his fingers on my arm. Reaching out, caressing my cells, recoiling away in my mind. He looks deep into my soul, scaring me with the intensity of his desires. Knowing what he wants, not knowing my wants. Stroking my cheek, a feeling of lightness fills me. Brushing my hair behind my ears, seeing all my face. Standing forever, frozen, leaning into me, then stopped! Making a memory of this moment. Moving forward close the gap, taking my hand, running his fingers between each one. ...