Insomnia

The night is warm and breezeless

as darkness spreads its

sticky pomegranate molasses,

covering me, you, the world,

enveloping us in

sweet, sour and bitter,

there will be no dreams tonight,

no dreams

it covers your eyelids,

sleep creeps in,

I listen to your breathing,

slow and laboured

I fear you'll drown in the pomegranate darkness

I fear sleep will steal your sweet ruby-red

and leave me the astringent skin

yet you breathe, still,

still,