Insomnia or Sleep Quest

Familiar jittered fatigue - my old friend and frequent visitor.
Occasionally convenient.
Mostly tiring.

A regular journey to unite my heavy limbs and silent brain.
Sporadically arduous.
Rarely conclusive.

Time

He is the monster we chase
and run from until our feet bleed.
He's a wrinkle, link,
increment,
bandaid,
perspective.
We grasp him like the wind and ride gusts
or soar;
a force bolstered or hampered by the burdens he bears.

Vacuum Villains

There are a thousand tiny screaming gnomes living in a box that suck.
They sweep, scramble, gallivant, gather, and work to whisk up all your muck.
Be wary of the mini maniacs running rampant through your house at night;
Plotting, planning, plundering secrets stashed in single socks before first light.

Let Me Lose You

Take a journey past my shoulders, and pause for delights along the way.
Linger especially long on peaks;
find the deepest valleys,
and coax water from stone.

Barefoot in the Grass

One step and thousands of nerves are swimming in a sea of nature's velvet;
this is sublimation through my soles.

Inferno

I said no and pushed away your hand
so your fingers found an innocuous spot
and whispered across my skin.
Trailing tender caresses inch by inch.
Tantalizing,
titillating, 
leaving a speeding pulse in your wake and an all consuming inferno.

If Passion is a Waterfall

I want to stretch my arms around the world
and let your love cascade through my fingers.

If passion is a waterfall, drown me.

Let me ride torrential peaks and plunge deeply in you,
gasping breathlessly surrounded by your radiant glow.

I'll wake to dawn as you open your eyes
and show me the sun.

Jade Cage

Are you the person who watches the right movies,
or kisses me in the right way?
At the right times with the perfect tilt,
do you give my heart and hips the right fluttered sway?

I wonder, holding your heart all this time
and learning you as well as I learned me:
when I used so many words to lay my soul bare,
how much of it all did you actually see?

I am here and you are there.
These are the choices and lives we made.
If I look in the mirror and live in my dreams
am I looking out of bars made of jade?

The Mad Server's Lullaby

Here we sing a cheerful tune,
of aching joints and endless doom
Boosters filled with screaming brats,
cozy campers constantly chit and chat.
Guzzling gulpers bring much misery,
after glass, after glass upon glass of iced tea.
"My coffee is cold-" (Straight from the machine?!)
"Is    something    here free?" (Makes us want to scream!!!)
Hours of labor; no energy to spare,
and NO ten percent is NOT a fair share!
When you think it's over, it's not quite done yet.
There's cleaning, scrubbing and blood, work and sweat.
"Our feet are sore, and our hands are dry."
This is the mad server's lullaby.

Brink

A softness across my collarbone
like faint leaves and a hint of rain.
Hot pressure draped over my spine
and a thousand tiny fingers sweeping my core
to the brink of madness; my patience; my endurance -
and still further.

Memorial

I'd like to think that even now you are sharing this sunset;
mingled in the heat your ashes blew around the world
and back to this gold emblazoned dusk.

I wish you were here to ride this beat on the breeze;
floating through the lights, a night like this belongs to you.

Reading

I'm sailing on the wings of dragons
with their gallivanting grace,
past handsome princes rescue ready
and damsels draped in silk and lace.

Child heroes rise from ashes
among fairies, folklore, phantasmic frills.
Roving nomads brave the forest,
suspenseful snapes - salacious thrills.

Words will wring a writer's secrets
stripping naked words as pages turn.
They dance behind my drooping eyelids;
in my hands these pages burn.

Data

Clicking, ticking, tapping,
tinging, pinging,
and all over the world a picture or word,
an idea hops and skips and jumps.
It tingles, jingles, or speaks;
it sings and dances
and breathes.