I don't want sleep
I do not want surcease
or rest
or temporary oblivion.
I want the knife edge of 4am
silver along
all the places you kissed me.
I want to speed time,
I want to work magic,
fingersnap to bring you back,
quests accomplished.

I do not know
how to be alone
in bed anymore.

I know how we entangle,
I know your heat
and your hands
and your voice.
I know your bedtime stories
and the whispers of
half past yesterday,
quarter til tomorrow.
I do not know this wide empty bed.
I do not want it.

I do not want sleep.