Another sleepless night.
I soundlessly pace
downstairs, the oaken floor
hard beneath my feet.
Wrapped in darkness
I wait for Lilith’s guiding light
to help me find a way
through fog.
Maybe being human
has less to do with words
or wisdom than we
were led to believe.
Because desire’s familiar pull
seems to spring
more from genetic memory
than any conscious
choosing.
Through an open window
clouds part. A shaft of moonlight
slices the room in two.
I have no idea
why her long black hair
pulled to one side
sends delicious
shivers down
my spine.
Another sleepless night.
I head upstairs
and shuffle towards nothing
hoping she’ll take me
home tonight.
