I'll keep the curtains drawn tightly,
thank goodness
they're thick and heavy so
no dawn light will creep through them.
Then, turning the clock face to the wall
I'll wait until I hear you stirring,
when I'll feign sleep,
quietly breathing to fool you
to relax and drift off again and then
you'll stay for a while longer
or maybe, not go at all
and I can keep you to myself
until our evening comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.