Tonight,
before you fall asleep, if
you grasp an
ink-pen in your hand, will words
be written
on the sheets when you awake?
Will lines
appear across the surface of
the wooden
floor, the wall, the bathroom mirror,
explaining
how you made it through the night?
Or will you
write a poem on her body,
of Beauty,
Happiness, and Love that is,
to be washed
off in the morning’s rain?
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