Heart's bark

 

It is morning   the devils of night disappeared.    

I lay in my bed, 

waiting for him to come to my room 

and gather me     

to his heart, 

his body exuding 

scent of night,

and he’ll whisper: my love, 

my one and only love. 

But perhaps he’ll will forget, 

like my father, who left and joined 

the dead.

 

He came to my room

and climbed into my bed,

stared at the ceiling 

and sighed.

Didn’t say my love,

didn’t make love,

 he heaved another sigh

then, got up

and left the room,

leaving me

empty. 

 

I leaped up and screamed:

"good morning world!"

The neighbors' dog 

answered me

with a bark.