Silent Longings - Poem by ann rta
I'll keep the curtains drawn tightly,
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.
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