IN the night

In your sleep

When vulnerable

And

fighting

Yogurt demons,

I creep to your door

and

Gently

Turn the handle.

 

I don’t do anything more than look,

Than watch

In your innocence;

It amazes me how beautiful

An individual

When unconscious.

 

All the horror

anger

noise

And shouting

Is gone;

On hold.

Suspended.

And, vulnerability takes-over.

I take-over.

I am in charge.

 

Don’t forget to switch off the lights.