My Dearest

Our bargain basement

has its price,

and I dare not name it

...Trepidation

for what's seeping

in at the corners,

when the lights begin

their whispering...

is that your ghost

mentally creeping

down round the neck,

wondering where I'm at

...Metaphysically

I see you on our pillow,

with eyelashes casting

shadows to your inner life

...Phenomenon

there's a space, some who,

that your saving inside out

and while you're waiting...

Sleep has you in my grasp

...Goodnight my Darling,

...Goodnight