Wicked Hours

Awakened with your transparent eyes
in the fog of the hour
and wanting to call you
and make you believe I love you.

Calling your voice mail again
just to hear your cool warmth then
leave you another silent message of everything
I obsess about in the late hours of the night.

That butterfly, sickening feeling
of pure raw sexual tension
and the insecurity of a high school
girl on her first date.

The deep desire to have every thought
and every feeling you own to be
given to me and to know you
lost sleep over me just once.

Consumed with those visions of
you, me, and them and that last
time we swayed and I knew
you were living your life for my touch.

Listening to Chris Isaak again
and throwing that insanity around
my brain some more with your scent
being the only true thing I know.

Dreaming of disillusionment
and heartache that a thousand sorry’s
eat from like ravenous vultures
circling in the darkened sky.

This is my bittersweet obsession
that torments me awake
in the wicked hours of the night
that are reserved for only you.

Reviews

[L.G. Knight]

Wow.... Very Well Done! This is an awesome addistion to the "Sleepless Nights" contest thanks for entering it!

~Frances~

[J. James Reider]

great words... reading this was like being in a kitchen and taking all the smells from the top chef... it is genius! My favorite line was "calling your voice mail again, just to hear your cool warmth then"... it simply surpasses any descriptions!

To those reading this review,

All I have to say about this poem has been said in other reviews.

You will have to read all those poems and my reviews there, it is worth it. If you loved this poem, you will love the rest. This is a well written art