Insomnia
It is late at night
And I cannot sleep
As my eyes adjust to darkness
I scan my room
Contrasting its clutter
With your geometrically elegant beauty
I look at the floor
And see three shiny quarters
That have fell from my pocket when I undressed
I get out of bed and pick them up,
Pretending they are stars
I'm plucking from the night sky
To give to you