tired,
 so very
 terribly tired.
 craving a rest
 that sleep can't provide.
 fitful dreams
 send me up
 from the darkened depths
 to bathe in heat
 & my own feverish sweat.
 i need you to want me,
 i want you to need me,
 but we pass each other
 coming & going
 with g'morns & g'nights
 on our lips.
 
- 11/28/1995 12:29am - kenneth p rougeau jr