A stray hand that sometimes seeks to reach out mine at night, to hold on tight as one sleeps while the other stays uncomfortably paralyzed.
Take your hand off dude I'm trying to turn a page, but of course over sleepy ears these requests fail.
A lovely gesture this, one I couldn't care for right now, cuz why? All of a sudden, when I've a bit of time, in the darkness of tonight, to sit down in a cool room near a glowing lamp shedding weak light..I'm after all tousled with the death of the day.
Working, whirling, walking this entire Tuesday.
Clanging between dishes, work, chores and a strained bit of time I keep for myself, if even that isn't stolen away by something of stupid importance..could be domestic, like groceries or laundry that is mostly your clothes, could be a bit of meeting, greeting by work or some other chore.
A phew, puff, huff an exhalation long sigh.
Done for the day, into a chilled room enter right.
Now I shall stare into this screen a bit..read, learn, watch and just idly sit..
And then a snaking hand, that disrupts my lovely reverie.
Ah, love is it?
I'd rather have this affection next week when you buy groceries, or do the dishes, or shine the windows or wipe or clean the house, and that'd be more than enough to show your affectionate clout.
Don't get me wrong for I love hands, holding my arms, bringing me closer except sometimes it's not the time, mostly it's just not you.
And now is the time that I get to do as I wish to do.
Basking in the silvery coolness with night on my side and share a secret laughter my eyes held wide..
So let me be, a hand I do not seek..nor love do I need
this time is just for me.
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