Sleep is Elusive

sleep is elusive
like a phantom
beyond my lashes

I turn to you
to breathe Braille
on your skin

so I can
read you in
the darkness

one would think
that after all
the intimacy

over space and time,
over rivers and mountains
that we would tire

of the smell of sex
the taste of lust
and the heat of carnalness

but we never do
sometimes it's best
not to think

too much