BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection

beside me

she lies

beside me.

a beauty

in wife's

clothing.

in all the

ways I could

count my

love for her

I can also

count the

ways I could

get on

without her.

still, I want

her here

beside me.

to hold me

just before

we drift off,

and to squint

lovingly at me

when we wake.

that way I can

look into her

eyes as she

assures me,

with a gaze,

that I'm still

here.