She keeps me up at night
Teasing me with what might come
I twitch, I shake
Not in pleasure
It is unease she unleashes
The sun goes down, the distance shortens
More calm and intimate now
She walks with me down the path to exhaustion
But stops me before I pass through the gate into a garden of sleep
The conversation starts softly
It is not a soothing sound
Barely a whisper
A persistent hum
Like the buzz of a gnat
Constantly reminding of the questions tonight asks
And tomorrow will answer