Loves Insomnia

I relax comfortably in my endless insomnia
as I watch you collect each delicate breath.
Your breasts rising like waves of the sea,
each strand of hair roaming wild and free
like midnight stallions racing thunder.

I remember the blissful hours before.
How could I not?
Your ivory canvas was still freshly painted
with marks of my animalistic hunger,
a craving that lingered eternally in my soul.

Lust led me on a conquest of your land
where I drank from your springs of love
and bathed in your warm comforting sun
washing away years of wretchedness.

You are the reason for my insomnia.
Why close my eyes,
when they can feast on you?
I cherish every morsel of you,
soft lips,
gentle fingertips,
the way your glow
shows up the moon,
the way you look
not into my eyes,
but into my soul.

Is it wrong to be so in love with you?
Every single fiber of my soul,
like lonely grains of sand
blanketed by your essence
and swept away
by your ethereal tide.

Some may say this love is sinful,
forbidden,
toxic.
All that I know is,
I don't need sleep
to find my dream.