Two rooms

by Karin

She's coming, in his room, waiting for him.
He's sitting in her room waiting for her.
It's late, she's sleeping, alone in his bed, waiting for him.
He's standing up, angry with her, (where is she tonight?) leaving her room.
He comes in his room, waking her with his footsteps.
Is it you? Is it you? A kiss is ending all questions.

Star Trek and all figures belong to Paramount, the poem is mine.
Copyright 1999 by Karin Sauter