Come See the Show

Come See the Show

Feel the resistance, the spring catch, the lights turn off.

Shadows bathe the room, the bed awaits.

Fold the duvet, let the soft sheet’s embrace

wrap around tightly; a cocoon’s welcome hug.

These few hours past the dead of night allow

the serenity of silent communion.

A vow I readily break.

Accepting the conversation of my mind alone,

I pierce the dark’s kind curtain

With the stab of a screen.

Waiting. Wanting.

Gone are distractions,

stolen away by unseen guards.

My favourite shows hang still,

suspended from my previous night’s performance.

I draw my cocoon a little tighter

and pop a blue raspberry bonbon in my mouth.

Shhh...

The show is about to begin.