Awoken from a deep slumber.
Nestled by gilded silk sheets.
Peering through the dark light piercing my sight.
Wincing with questionable wonder.
Watching shadowed silhouettes take form.
Within the light wide opened eyes, bright and bold.
There stands at the door a welcomed sight.

Softly spoken words with careful intent.
Humbled by such purposefully display of yearning.
gazed upon as if magnetized.

Taken in by each syllable, floating effortlessly to ear.
Meaning other than spoken word.
Precisely honed to gain questionable reaction.
Attention. Possibly.

A statement of obvious intent upon action.
"Why yes I'm awake".
Surely there must be an underlying meaning.
"Leave the light off" it's better this way for the lateness of the night.

Step by step words spoken so as to inch closer.
Layed in comfort, although warm is the night.
On the edge seated.
Dear whatever could be needed.

Thrown in a disarray of excitement.
Words not spoken for actions defined this moment.

Layed in gilded sheets.
Unable to ponder silently, whether or not this has broken what charm in simplicity there has been.
Rather, could this just be another delayed means to yet another,
END.

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