first for the year

reading this now, it seems a little freaky, but oh well.

Repetitions

It comes again as the still of the air-conditioned buzz;
The green numbers winking fluorescent, counting down
Hours when there is nothing left to do but think of you.
Through the clouded windowpane, lamppost outside
Sends in its yellowed light through the artificial air, which
Makes me think of moonlight, and how under moonlight
We become romantics, werewolves and loonies.
Something, and maybe I saw a flash on my bedroom wall,
Black and white photograph divided neatly into squares
By the window-grilles, blurred and hazy. You were outlined
In night-gray, and I watch you from my bed, where I pretend
To hold you, my pillows taking human shape, sheets
Becoming arms, endlessly long, stretching softly to caress my cheek.
An inhuman beat, the numbers change in the shift of hours.
I ruffle blankets, arrange pillows, close eyes and try to sleep,
I draw the curtain, shut out the light, snapping thoughts,
But you will haunt my dreams tonight.

reeeeeech