Silly poem from a few years ago in a fit of sleeplessness

Oh, brief (K)Night,
You're never around long enough
to satisfy me.
Clinging to your dark tresses
and bidding you stay
but a little longer.
Cannot ban the damn sun
from snatching me from your warmth.
I plead you stay;
hold me in your perfect embrace.
I cannot be fulfilled
becaus every moment with you
means a moment less, I have.
My thoughts turn to you as I am
trapped in the arms of another
and long for the few brief hours
that I'll have with you after.
Only then am I happy.
Then-am I full, satisfied.
The daytime rapist steals
all good that you offer
until again I lie in
your dark, perfect, velvet arms.

8 November 2006

I can't help but laugh at myself. God.