INSOMNIA

It's well past the hour,
Her sweet velvet voice, a whisper in the night ,
I think there was a noise ,
Was it a baby playing with toys ?
Tick tack tock ,
But that was just the clock.

For a moment there was a pause,
My hands through her silky hair,
Grease, shampoo?
Her sweet scented hair.

The passion burns my skin,
I long to touch , can't help but stare,
Curse shallow breaths and racing hearts ,
I reach for her , a smile my badge .

I grab , I hug. Nothing but air
Smile and laugh, delirium it be ,
And though reality eludes ,
To my cause I will stay true .