Acquiesce. A poem.

Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers,
an invitation 
          given without 
                      betrayal.

Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales.
Writhe in a cave 
           of dream-inspired 
                      torment,

until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper
and time restarts;
           a clock has no
                      end.