Hammer by David Roth © 29 March, 2004
				She reaches through the darkness Hands gently touching Soft caress A thin veil of silk falls Floating down Revealing Her breath comes in short gasps Warm with sweet perfume Moist kisses Wisps of flyaway hair shimmer She leans Speaking A harsh, piercing sound Blaring and persistent Haughty and bold Rude Abrupt and disappointing Sadness And the vision of the seductress Only moments before present Dissolves as a mist In the stark reality Of the insensitive blare Of the morning alarm And I seek my revenge With a hammer Silencing the intruder Forever Returning to the dreamy memory Gladly