Friday, November 2, 2012

"Night Sounds

Time slips past midnight    
I fold into a fetus under the quilt    
so the dogs can stretch on the foot of the bed    
Through the open window wafts rose scent     
and Autumn's breath tickles my lashes    
Cold air carries the whine of semis from the highway   
and a lonely canine whimper    
Let me in   
Let me in to warm beds and ticking clocks     
to the pftt, pftt, pftt of my lover's sleep    

I hang in suspension    
half awake, half asleep   
lost between now and then     

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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