you are quiet today and i do not <br />ask you the origin of such silence, <br />black and smoky and devouring <br />even my own sound now <br /> <br />you are quiet today and the bed is <br />your castle, the entrance to the bedroom <br />a moat filled with hungry monsters <br />like evil men on a mission <br /> <br />you are quiet today and i allow you to be <br />i will not cross the moat <br />i will not put my paddles in the water <br />but if you ask me, my paddles will be <br />the love sticks they are, <br />moving me like guppies through your protective moat.<br /><br />Courtney Kane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/giving-my-man-his-space/
