5 am live feed

insomnia strikes
i dream
that i sleep
instead

i dream that
slumber comes
from the haven
of faint fragrance
traces of you
in this bed

that a sub rhythm
of breath and surge
of pulse
in you
transmitted
through the interface
that is unwrapped
unveiled so close
in direct
communication
and no distance

lulling
soothing

when riding
the five AM train
to nowhere and sunrise
on a mimic of madness
or caffeine high

when i never will fade
still i dream
that i sleep
maybe dream

because you wrap me
in human blanket