Slumber

This is courtship:
I sit and await you,
(who are so like him)
--await your pleasures and
attentions--
and hope, anxiously,
that you will take notice of my subtle hints
and take mercy
and take me.
Your standards are
exacting
(as his are):
the stretch must be measured,
the posture must be relaxed yet
receptive
to you.
Like him, you make me wait...
Endlessly
To abandon me
suddenly.
And I wander about,
hair unbound,
zombie-like:
The woman scorned
by you.
Sleep-
less.