Losing Sleep

I'm fucking tired of these dreams that I have
of you with your ass, dancing
sitting on my lap
leading me on
into something I know isn't mine
won't ever happen
because this just isn't how it is
you and I had a chance
but the fuse was put out
before the gun powder could ignite
into some heart shaped explosion
as remarkable as the fourth
of July, as remarkable
as united independence
but we are divided
and independent
with out each other

So why do I close my eyes
and only see my hands
across your figure
across your curves
across those words you spit
across what ever it is about you
that makes me foolishly dream
of a sky blue picnic
where we eat strawberries
before distant gray clouds
all thunderous and doomsday

Please what ever it is
that causes these dreams
if you can, make it stop
because Lord knows
I need my sleep
for the rest of my life