She slipped on midnight oil –
Her beleaguered spirit wept.
Slipping into coma –
His garrulous mute.

Soaked lace drips leather –
Her suppurate dry.
Feet hardened soft –
His factitious captive.

She entreated exclusion –
He delivered so not.
Sodden heart arid from ambiguity –
His divergent reserve.

She tripped over midnight moon –
Her beleaguered spirit wept.
Slipping out of coma –
His garrulous mute.

g`day misty, an excellent verse, the questions one asks oneself on lonely midnight walks most always proved no answers but inevitably produce heart breaking prose, i particularly love the her and him aspect to the verse it really takes it to another place………..keep well & take care greg.