You work so hard

to woo me

Once I surrender

you become less tender

Your fingers forget

my number

Contacting me encumbers

you

It's a dance that needs

to come to an end

So I can begin

my new life

No longer a wife

I need a new man

To hold my hand

and lay next to me in my bed

Bodies warm with slumber

Both of us under

Each others spell

 

By Lynn Hahn