It Was Her Turn

"Being awakened could have rewards..."

Again that, thin, tentative, yet demanding cry. Sleeps sensuous pit rejects him as he unwillingly, swings his feet to the floor. Wifely shape slumbers on, oblivious. Her turn, too. Forgetting sleep, as cold air strikes bed-warm chest. Weary legs stagger...

Daydreams at Night

"Probably not as good as my others but I needed to get this out..."

I think of you,I think of me,And of how happy we could maybe be,Is it a slight possibility?In my dreams I see you.In my dreams I see me.We are happy,Laughing together.So close,Yet so far,Away,But still near.I wish I wouldn't wake...