Night knocks
Night knocks
at the edge of my eyes,
call the cats home.
My lady’s eyes
are that sleep, that men
can't penetrate.
I stretch on the bed
worried
that morning can't work.
Night knocks
at the edge of my eyes,
call the cats home.
My lady’s eyes
are that sleep, that men
can't penetrate.
I stretch on the bed
worried
that morning can't work.