senseless
my eyes
fingertips
nose and tongue
grow numb as ears
listen for your whisper
numberless light years away. it seems
only bass beats and Macufe’s mumblings
can reach and pierce through ears. at least
something tingles skin and cheeks. sometimes
if I try to reach deeper I feel your soft drops
drizzling from my own mind. in time
sounds of touching pour
from clouds. they sigh
I shouldn’t numb
my head.
insomniac
I
she feels most at home
when her eyelids stick to the ceiling looking down on the day passed
when thoughts throb unravelling thin threads that needle her
when limbs won’t be pinned down and burning eyes stay bare in lightless air
clothed only with edgy energy as they fence against foreign dreams
II
the day’s waste
multiplies overnight
in eyes, sags
down as black bags
above cheeks
obstructing views
III
when sleep won’t please her, she curses
coffee, cocoa, tea, eating early,
being hungry, too full, feeling
gloomy, starry-eyed, exposed
to bright lights, computer screens,
rowdy crowds next door, the mumbling
floor, puncturing earplugs
IV
when she goes to sleep each night at three
he starts to shift in his room
his bed creaks
timing it perfectly as if they keep watch
over their matchless
restlessness
V
morning splits human
and pillow mourning
synthetic deaths
only deep sheets
will revive
superficial lives