SLEEP
sleep,
I loved
to watch
her sleep.
I’d tip-toe
around the room
in the half-dark
not wanting
to wake her.
she worked hard,
sat around,
watched TV,
did nothing.
but I loved
to watch
her sleep.
how beautiful
she was,
so gentle,
so docile,
in her satin gown.
my wife,
my cat,
my love…
I loved
to watch
her sleep.
then she’d wake up
and yell at me.
UP AND ALONE
up and alone
at midnight
my back
towards the floor
my eyes
fixed on darkness
recalling dreams
of murder
of torture
and bliss.
disappointed
this night will end
I swing my legs
to the floor
I get up
and light a cigarette
for an instant
the flame
lights up the room
then is gone
just like my life
my soul
and everyone
I have ever loved.
AN OBSERVATION
I am sure you have seen it before,
a man and a woman embracing
and it seems the woman does not want to let go.
I never understood this,
this woman holding onto this man so tight
like he is the only thing left
keeping her alive.
it is sad, I think, how she loves him so much.
he might break her heart, or worse,
string her along for convenience.
whenever I see a sight like this I feel sad,
because it is always bad
when we allow a human being
to become our only source
of happiness.
