In Somnia

Hot sheets
Bore holes in my back
Joints ache to move.
Heart bangs out an even rhythm
Made loud by silence’s noise.
One beat crescendos.
Blood in a waterfall
Rushes
Past ears lying in wait
Listening
Hoping
Waiting
For unconsious to overwhelm
Awareness.
Eyes purposely kept behind
Twitching lids
Knowing if they slip
Open
My friend sleep
Will flee
To the four corners
of the room
Crushing himself
Against edges and ceiling
Trying to escape
Despite my beconing entreaties
To stay with me for the night.