mOOn

♪a rhymed mirrored octet♪
 
she c r e e p s   into   my   bed   at   n i g h t
e x p o s i n g    m y    c o n f u s i o n
all my   h i d d e n   s e c r e t s
tremble ‘neath her gaze
q u i e t l y   s h e
penetrates
a l l   of
m e
 
she
i love
tho’ i hate
t h e   scrutiny
of her steadfast ways
i shall have no  r e g r e t s
when morning’s sweet profusion
redeems  me  from  her  probing  light
 
© Copyright 2019 October 11
by Clyve A. Bowen♫