The night gobbles
My mind
Convincing me of
Who cannot be fiend,
But how can they not?
They that stare from windows
They lying in open discussion
With legs spread apart
They whence
Committing crimes.

At dawn we eavesdrop
On bedroom secrets,
Someone's prayers
As they kneel.

There is longing
In the caressing of sheets
Viewing dim light
Slow
Breath.

Wood creaks
Another has
Left with
Your silence.