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Sometimes
I lie in bed, wooing sleep,
But she is a finicky lover.
She ignores my moves,
the way I turn sides restlessly
like the earth drenched in summer
waits for the night.
I wonder
if she thinks I need a new lover,
Or worse still,
if she has found another.
Grains of thought 
This is a delightful description of insomnia! Great job!
Described perfectly….Wonderful post!!
Thank you, Val and Eloise:)
Beautiful. Yeah that SLEEP, she is a slut. Insomnia and I have known each other for decades. When I am in bed she sits on the side and watches me. Vagrant night!
Sleep, like my muse, is a fickle seductress. She woos you until you’re desperate for her, then flees, laughing.