Insomnia strikes again!

So I can't sleep. At all. My legs have cramped up, like they do from time to time. The only thing that usually gets me through this is to write. So here is the  first draft of a poem I wrote. It sucks, but you know thats why they call it a "rough" draft

The Neptunian Paramour

To kiss your nape

is to breath the Pacific shoreline

To interlace fingers

to be neighboring sand

to know your soul

is to count the lost ships

to be your heart 

is to own the sea