she sleeps beside me
while i am awake,
staring at a rose on the floor –
or it’s crumpled panties with lace.
hall lights and chalk eyes;
denizens of the deep, dumb, heft.
it looks like a bird, lying there
dead or sleeping or beaten.
i wish it would fly away but
the drift-yellow glow is a liar.
so i wait for sleep
and something honest.
i stare and stare and wait.
beside me she is sleeping more.
sometimes i wait all night.
Liam Ryan is 23 years old and from Ontario, Canada. He has been writing for years – poetry specifically for only that year or so. His first book is on the way and He is a devoted fan of Ezra Pound, W.B. Yeats and Charles Bukowski.