Insomia

 Counting sheep 
jumping over 
crumbling fence; locating 
love, to whatever what was said 
and unsaid. 
I'll lie here forever 
if only I can get your 
wet tongue to stop the chills
breaking through my spine. 
And I imagine giving up 
my backbone, just to convince you 
to stay a little bit longer. 
But it's late now 
and I'm getting tired of
counting sheep; trying
to mend the aches
I can never locate.