A Poem

I have an irrational love for this:

He marked the page with a match

and fell asleep in mid-kiss, 

while I, a queen bee in a disturbed hive, 

stay up and buzz: 

half a kingdom for a honey drop, 

half a lifetime for a tender word! 

His face, half turned. 

Half past midnight. Half past one. 

                   ~Vera Pavlova