SkyeJane's Red House Ramblings

I was trying to escape,
You were trying to invade.
And as I shooed You out,
Voices lingered.
With out even being used.

I pressed my nose against the locked windows
And saw only stars;
Prayed their light could shatter glass.
But yet,
It only illuminated what I so craved.

So I threw myself beneath the rough covers
And pretended
That I could feel the milky moonlight,
Instead of cotton/polyester mix.

I fluffed the feather pillows
And buried myself beneath them.
I muffled the sound of
Your velvet voice
And my refusing screams.
But all this while I swear
Something else was calling me.