Night of desirable objects
A slither of light
The ripple of shadows
Layered in darkness
Small sounds echo across surface tension
Coming back as a reminder of seconds ago
Thoughts of home
And warm covers
Breakfast in the kitchen as the sun creeps up
Your lonely belly growls its rebellion
Crusty eyes and overstrained ears concede
You miss her soft breathing
Against your neck
Wonder why you keep coming out here
Chasing glints in the dark
It’s the lure of desirable objects
That clarity of mind
You and something in the night.
Words and image are my own.
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