its sword pointing downward
on an overturned sheet,
stiff creases on stark white linen.
Entitled guests gently lift
feather-weight body by the stem
before slipping underneath.
The room breathes
through satin walls
clock ticks
a soft knock
movement on the other side.
when
when
when...
Silence beats drums,
shoe soles on fading paisley carpet.
Waiting is all there is.
© 2013 d.c.p
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