Sleepless

My toes curl 
As your fingers against 
My back, make 
Tracks like braces, metal
Teeth, smile as though 
Caught in a trap.

A fox screams, that 
Blood curdling scream of 
Midnight awake.

'Can you hear that?'

'Am I deaf?'

'I do have to repeat myself.'

How often do you say the same,
Same, same, same thing? 
Over and over,
It is over, you know
That, but I still long for more.
I stare through darkness, stare
Like eyelids held with glue, seeing
Nothing as visions adjust.
Dreamlike but sleepless, hands
Stop, limp.
Limping through worlds imagined in the dark,
Each scream a reminder. 

'Can you hear that?' 

She sleeps. My toes straighten,
Metal cages hold back thought, instead
I walk aimless from thoughtless dark, to 
Prisons of light. As sun rises
I alight and look back at you.