Whispers In The Night

in the morning I always remember hearing them,

these whispers in the night that come to me

that come to me not so gently anymore as before

and just when I notice they have been here

I awake into a seductive angry silence thinking

a response is entirely necessary but as always

remember nothing of the words spoken or of

their meaning subliminally transferred into my

as it rested not so securely on the satin pillow

that I stole from my last divorce so I could

remember that which never occurred so I

began to whisper into her ear is soft syllables

that she should leave very soon and soon she did.

14Oct