By AnnLeigh Clair McGregor
Date: 13 March 1998

WHAT WILL I DO? . . . .

I stand trembling at the door,
Terrified heart skips beats,
Then thunders in my head.
There is movement across a floor --
So I run to hide beneath cold sheets,
As though I could be safe in bed.
This has to be a spell!
Have I been found by something evil?

The door, on silent hinges, swings wider --
My eyes, in exclamation do, too!
I stare transfixed at this devil/man . . .
And pull the cool, scant linen higher.
He strides to me ... what will I do?
My fate is sealed, he takes my hand,
Knowing the rest of me too well . . .
And how to make my mind see man...not devil.

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