In the dark I wake from slumber,
to watch you sleeping sound.
and I think I am a cumber,
to peace that you have found.
I tug the quilt that neatly wound,
about our legs and feet.
I smooth a pillow, soft and round,
to place beneath your head so neat.
I hold you close under the sheet,
and dream of future life.
A future filled with passions heat,
as you are now my wife.
A fleeting thought begins to billow,
I may rather smother you with a pillow.
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Amos Glade
Writing offers an opportunity to create and heal. These stories in the bizarre, horror, and magic realism realms help inspire me to move forward with novel writing. Thank you for reading. Check out my website: https://www.amosglade.com/
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