A Poet's Wife

Here I nestle, against a pillow, all by myself; As I wait for you, I‘ve finished watching A Mel Gibson film; the title I can’t even recall, for my attention is on you; Oh, something like this “what women really want?” Anyway, does it matter to you? I’m waiting…waiting and still waiting, Yet, you don’t want to come near me; You float somewhere out there; outside this world, Surely, where we can’t be together; But if you heed me, on this water bed We can share what you wanted to write; How long should I wait? Or, should I go ahead? Just a good night kiss is all I ask; Is that too much, too hard to give; But your tapping sound is all that I hear; Crumpled papers, too many; the light’s still bright, Should I dim it, for you, to be more romantic? Ah, I can’t take it any longer! Will I be waiting here forever more? I don’t think so, ‘cos my eyes, now sleepy; Honey, good luck on your writing… And me, I will close my eyes to sleep!