• Quote you, do I, oh bedside theif,
    Imprisoned in your quilted sheath:
    "For you I come, for only you."
    You'd have me think that much is true.

    Bedside theif,
    Beneath the moon
    You pick and pluck
    Your wayward tune.
    Pleasant knife,
    Silent gun.
    Your art of verse:
    Second to none.

    But in the glow of morning dew
    the sandman would bid you adieu
    And, God forbid should my eyes open
    'Tis you and your disguise left broken.