The Other Lover’s Lament, a Triolet

The Other Lover’s Lament, a Triolet
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Oh, I have rolled you once or twice
from side to side while you lay sleeping

nose whistling in the dead of night
while I listen. It isn’t nice

to ask your love to pay the price;
to lie awake instead of dreaming.

So, yes, I’ve rolled you once or twice
from side to side while you lay sleeping.

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Miriam O'Neal

Miriam O'Neal's work has appeared in Galway Review, Los Angeles Review of Books, North Dakota Quarterly, Willow Journal, and elsewhere. Her most recent collection is The Half-Said Things (Nixes Mate Books 2022). She live in Plymouth, MA and believes poetry shines a light. You can find her at @Miriam.ONeal.

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from side to side while you lay sleeping

nose whistling in the dead of night
while I listen. It isn’t nice

to ask your love to pay the price;
to lie awake instead of dreaming.

So, yes, I’ve rolled you once or twice
from side to side while you lay sleeping.