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.
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