Why won't the drunken poetry let me go to sleep?

i've never written about you

we meet elsewhere
in the marrow of my pelvis
in silence
icebergs touching under the surface

you and i
the trembling of birds
stunned
held in the palms of a savior
human

youarethebirdiamthepalm
iamthebirdyouarethepalm
hollow bones hollow bones
resting

with you i can close my eyes
with you i can rest
with you there are no words
only the whisper of iceberg to iceberg

to write about you i have to be still
keep you inside of me like a secret

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even though i can't sleep
you come to me in my dreams

in my dreams
we never speak