A Poet's Wife
Here I nestle, against a pillow, all by myself;
As I wait for you, I‘ve finished watching
A Mel Gibson film; the title
I can’t even recall, for my attention is on you;
Oh, something like this “what women really want?”
Anyway, does it matter to you?
I’m waiting…waiting and still waiting,
Yet, you don’t want to come near me;
You float somewhere out there; outside this world,
Surely, where we can’t be together;
But if you heed me, on this water bed
We can share what you wanted to write;
How long should I wait?
Or, should I go ahead?
Just a good night kiss is all I ask;
Is that too much, too hard to give;
But your tapping sound is all that I hear;
Crumpled papers, too many; the light’s still bright,
Should I dim it, for you, to be more romantic?
Ah, I can’t take it any longer!
Will I be waiting here forever more?
I don’t think so, ‘cos my eyes, now sleepy;
Honey, good luck on your writing…
And me, I will close my eyes to sleep!
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