Frenetic Poem by Doris Cornago

Dirty dishes on the sink sleeps

Bathroom door ajar, morning waits

Another sleepless night of handholding

You were there, felt your breath on mine


Slowly walked to bedroom door

Body so cold from waiting up for a look

Fancy meeting stranger on bedcovers

Looking unfazed, dark brows blazed


His hand brushed space beside

Frozen, just too scared, or glad?

Whoever conjured him from thin air

Is so unfair, a rabbit in a lion's den


Should I flee or should I slide

Into bare space where hissed a snake

Awaiting for a little captive rabbit

Making quivering body, willingly yield


'Tis not I but a rabbit no doubt

Who laid on my bed and created havoc

Twisted the covers up and about, chaotic

Sleepless, our dreams invade us, frenetic.