poem

dark; your eyes
are tired of unrest
matching the night sky
an attempt for common ground
that might allow the evening
to give way so
you might sleep
you try to bond
but without success

and I come to you
in the sleepless hours
hoping it is not too late
to soothe your mind
with my body
my screaming mind
never takes a break
except when quieted
by your love

give up on the darkness
let my longing lips
lullabye your thoughts
in to submission
relax as I show you a peace
of me,you can ask anything
or take without request
let us make the night our slave
and rest at last