The Precautious Script

I awoke with heavy breath, perplexed

By the sweven revealed to me—

And sauntered into my utterly vexed

Mind—my visage reflected the rare

Turmoil I horded, only half aware.

The empty bed was beneath my gaze,

But I blinked back the beckoning

As I arose, shaking apart the haze—

The fearful, fervent desire, to dive

Into the drawers of my quixotic hive.

I stood silently, before the jesting,

The rhythmic pacing as I pondered…

The methodology of manifesting

A smile—the precautious scripts,

Needed to place it upon her lips.

I was caressed beneath the sheets

By the benign burden I carried,

And baleful knowing of the feat,

The secret sewing I had veiled—

Hope, to the smile she had jailed.
      DannYetman
www.DanielYetman.com