I seek a bed alone to spend the night,
An empty bed the heart does not desire.
I’ll toss and turn until the morning light,
The rub of sheets against the night’s attire.
The moon illuminates the cobbled street,
Across the street I watch you light a fag;
A thought that lingers on for us to meet,
With aching lust I grasp a tint and rag.
I’ll give to you a night you’ll ne’r forget,
Unlock your dreams, immoral as the deed,
You can’t fulfil your dues; when you’re in debt,
A secret under wraps; our thoughts we feed.
Let’s save ourselves from maim and ill repute,
Or you’ll be blind and I forever mute.
©Alima J 6 August 2017