Yellow Smoke

Yellow walls reflect the dim light

Smoke curls, yet unbanished

A storm rages, yet unchecked

The window pane

Has fallen out

The blinds keep

The wind at bay

The chords wrap

Around the thin hand, wrist

Of the lady on the bed

Naked hair unbound

Skin chilled against the air

A bare room

Empty, waiting

For a mans return

Sleep always falls to those who wait.