Walls

lovers-thomas-churchwell

I hear your hushed footsteps

Echoing down the halls

Even before you came

And silently closed the door.

The bed creaks

Your shadow appears

From the dim light

Where I can see.
Your touch was soft like velvet

Your whispers caressing

With the warmth of your breath

Against my ear.
It felt like heaven

Hearing these words

You wouldn’t normally speak

In front of me.
And I close my eyes

With hope in my heart

But tomorrow will come

And you’ll become my beast.