Silent and suspicious -
She gently taps those she fancies
And slides beneath the drapes.
The clock ticks on into the dark.
Motors, unheard all day
Hum at a heightened pace,
And break the eerie silence of the house.
My sleepless eyes smart from tired reflections -
I hear ringing echoes in my ears -
Words in books swim and run together;
I watch the dark corners of my room.
Will sleep grace me at all tonight,
Or will she wait 'til dawn,
Awaken her rested and peaceful chosen,
And spurn me once again?
11/06
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