Shaken over the edge

Three steps then over the edge,

She doesn’t even look down,

She waits pauses at the ledge,

And empties out a dressing gown!


Despite sending no one into space,

Her hands stay ensuring his place,

She must be shaking him fully awake,

Her wrists still cocked holding his cape!


But she could never fold sheets with me!

My hold would break and flap them free!

I know now, she shakes no shroud, nor gown,

Freed of crime now, she turns inside and tosses the tablecloth down.

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