Peace

Peace

I don't sleep.
I wrestle the darkness.
It smothers my skin; vicious
Visceral oil.
I kick and drown.
Kick and drown.
The bastard won't release me,
Even when rabbited by passing cars.
The duvet cements
                     me to the sheets
Like melting marshmallow.
The pillows, like 16-bit ghosts,
Attack and retreat
Attack and retreat.
In your absence I am less than usual
(as usual).
I long for the door to creak;
To feel you clamber over me.
Your scent, silvery skin,
Warmth.
Ah, at last,
Peace.