Insomnia, my love, my love, no more dancing,
my feet ache and my eyes are burning.
No more kisses for my mouth, my puckered lips
have withered, my tongue
is dust dry,
my voice only a whisper.
No more meeting like this
in the small hours where you enchant
me with your amber street lights,
hours of fears and planning and thoughts
running like waterfalls in my mind.
We must be apart darling,
sweetness, my night mistress.
No more inks and art calling me
and the touseled hair and pink cheeks of my baby
waiting for my kisses.
I must not stand in the moonlight, love,
must not sip hot milk with honey
and cinnamon on the front porch
while the nightwind plays with my hair
and the trains sob in the distance.
Let me be, sweet love, night lover,
let me rest in peace
and dream my strange dreams.
Stop waking me with your night rains
and sad weight on my chest.
No more, love, no more, I cannot bear it.
Let me be, let me go, you must dance
with someone else awhile.
Let me rest, love, let me sleep.
Stop up my ears and sail past your beauty,
no more midnight shipwrecks, no more being cast
into the dark waters of your embrace,
into the sweet sting of your siren song.