It got me wondering.
But I asked nothing;
I remained silent.
As I needed to hear-

the claws creeping,

the air caressing,

the leaves widening.

And while I was laying down, frantically,
on the softest of the pillows,
I heard-

your footsteps approaching,

your whispers rising,

and your ocean eyes tiding over-

mine.

Inspiration from Tom Disch