gently
amid the rustling leaves
silently
tapping me roof
i hear you….
call me
Your voice seeps with the wind
impatiently rasping me door
I, open- darkness
gust, gale gashes in
uninvited guest
filling the void
you left!
I call you
gently
nothing.
Then I hear you call me
tenderly-
again
silently
teasingly.
I peek
the groove whispers
night looking on
heavy with expectations
then, you giggle -
teasingly.
I seek thee
then stumble
and fall
on a soft mound
and hug your grave
to me bosom
i hold
"Good night love
sleep with a pullover"
i whisper.
"It's a cold night-
go back in"
you reply
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