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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.

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.
My heart, stopped, waiti…

insomnia, migraines, and ramblings of a crazy woman

So its 1:30AM and I cannot sleep. To much is on my mind. I wrote this,this morning when my mind would not stop. It is a poem titled Linger,


I'd like to let my fingers linger over your skin,
to feel the pores under my touch.
 I'd like to take extra time and slowly explore your elbow
the way it bends back just a little to far

I'd like to explore your hand in mine,
to give you strength through our collective consciousness.
I want to smooth out your skin that pools over your knuckles and feel your fingertips,
 tracing over them with mine.

 I'd like to touch every part of your body,
slowly so that you quiver with my touch.
 I want to stroke your earlobe so that you softly moan,
touching the nape of your long neck and gently massaging it lulling you into a dream like state.

 I'd like to move that one hair that always falls gently on your forehead,
and slowly creeps into your left eye.
And then I'd want to study your eyes,
 looking past their deep brown,

More Poetry

So this month is National Poetry Month, so im sharing new and old poems with you. This one is from 2012 but I love it so much.


Day 8 & Day 9 of National Poetry Month

Two of my favorite poems I have written over the years: