Sleeping Isn't for the Weak

Insomnia's kiss
Is a breath taking beauty.
She lingers between
Bed sheets
And loves to
Invite me in.

It's a shame I have
My dreams already.
That I've found
The battering eyes
Of drowsiness
On my skin
Much more sensuous
Than not.

Today I told
The highest girl in the world
That days have grown
Much too long
And years have shriveled
To specks of dust.

She told me my words
Were true in one sense.
She said it was a sign
That I was dying.

I like to think
She was wrong-
that it meant
I'm still breathing
And all too far alive.