When A Lover Sleeps

Poetry by | December 5, 2010

Last night,
I dreamt of you.
Your shadow walked past
the table and chair,
weak and careful not to
wake the mosquitoes
and the neighbours.
To my dismay,
The attention I secretly lust for
went to the fridge
instead of me.
Is that how attractive
a bottle of beer is
than a lingerie (purposely powdered
with perfume)?

Maybe in my next dream,
Your legs, your mouth
and your heart would go
straight to my bed,
where it longs for you.
And only for you.

—-
Melody Ross Tinoy is a nurse who writes for a living.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: