Sanctuary

by

Rick Bandy

Fluttering candles sputtering complaints
And hissing at wax, engulfing.
Low moaning wind pursues
A dry rattling leaf, escaping.
Sheet rustling, whispered words.
Mysteries shrouded in dreams.
Cast in a dim sepia glow,
You are golden.
I watch, spending precious rest
To drink in the fragrance.
Your underwear, hanging from the clock
Where you playfully kicked them
Don’t quite cover the numbers.
Closing my eyes I still hear
The minutes running down.
An impatient rattling screen
And the cat-like padding footfall
Of a dawn I dread.

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Why don't you look at Home Sweet Home
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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