Poetry: “Insomniac Love”

Insomniac Love         by:Rose Clifford

Tossing and turning,

At night in bed,

Is more than,

My restless body.

It is your mind,

Wriggling its way,

Into the crevices,

The innocent deeds,

Of my head.

Rampaging the old beliefs,

And feeding me,

With your sickly desire-

Your fungal love.

 

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