Where are you going?
Stay a little longer
Your nightgown flutters at your ankles,
like weak, broken-winged, white butterflies
The blue roses on your gown’s collar prick with their thorns
Your tousled chestnut hair
bounces with ambivalence
As the moon reflects its light against
your lacquered nails, I see your hands quivering,
just about to clutch the doorknob
Right when you’re almost across the threshold,
into the night’s vastness,
you turn to face me
A small smile, with a glimpse of hope in your eyes
Love,
you don’t have to tell me where you’re going,
but at least promise me you’ll be back.