MUSE

In sickness but not in health,
In poverty but not in wealth,
You’ve been lulling me to sleep.

In between melodies, rhymes;
and slow blowing winds,
converging at my balcony.

In jest but not in all seriousness,
In dreams but not in festering reality,
You’ve been lulling me to sleep.

In between bed sheets and bathroom walls,
and gushing shower heads;
leaving my floors wet.

My eyes ache,
from not having caught a sight of you.
My spine,
is waiting to unfurl to your touch;
on a stormy night.

After a day too long,
long enough to finish longing for you;
as much as I do,
in sickness and in health.

 

 

 

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