October 15, 2013

Room Service

While I was out, 
my room was touched
by an unseen hand.
She left fresh linen
and a newly made bed,
a perfect place
to lay my head.
My once-opened book
rests closed nearby,
only she could tell
you why.

Since I'm back,
I've heard 
all about 
her intimate plan;
knowing she would 
ask me now,
just like
she had asked me then.
I still wait
in my spare, simple room,
trying hard 
to understand,
hearing what she asks
without words;
when she speaks,
I know 
she will ask