sleep kidnapper

she’s a sleep kidnapper – that’s not a good thing

she leaves you pondering with fantastical reasoning

she is the precipitating smell of calmness before the storm

she disturbed my sleep for hours, leaving me without form

she’s a sleep kidnapper; she’s on her own time

she knows no man or woman to decipher this riddle

she is as original as history – and probably just as riddled

she takes her own time; kidnapping me into anxiety, not the sublime

she’s a sleep kidnapper; can’t be a good thing

i’m without form, she’s calm as the storm

riddling me with anxiety and the repetition of history

i’m left to ponder how this riddle of a woman disturbed my sleep

she’s a sleep kidnapper

and i can’t fall asleep