She rises with the ribbon of light,
her shepherd dog beside,
soft steps bed to window table,
her writing papers concise
beside the pen, its thin nib,
the ink well equally still
as the cautious dawn,
penumbra shading
drawn drapes, what lover
may be waiting in the carriage.
Her pen heartbeats
across the page,
another morning, its common
meter her surreptitious,
deviant delight.
A Thin Silence 