Duchess Falling

I can’t sleep when the bed sheet fights
Its way back to your side
And you’re not even there
To pull it over you again--
But that cannot keep me
From tiring of the tireless nights
You grant me,
Or the dazed days when I want
Nothing more than to know
Who you are,
Or the dawns that make me smile
With the golden rising orb
You love to hate and
Hate to depend on--
Setting at dusk
When your prideful moon rises;
When I can watch, breaking,
Knowing you will never be
The duchess to rise
When all else goes black,
Or the woman to stand straight
Just because she wants to,
Since you’re no woman to thrive
As a transient nomad,
But the only one I know
Who tells me she can
While laying cradled
In stronger arms.