while the whole moves, and every part stands still

I was awoken by the indiscreet beat of your feet on the street next to my window where the lawn gnomes roam. “ARE YOU TRYING TO STEAL MY GNOMES?!” I questioned with a howl. Hoarse came your voice to my ears have heard the glory of the scritchscratch of your tones, answered by my moans. Speak not in rhyme but solely by design- inch back reveal your chapped lips in the misty midst of this apocalypse and I will hug you all the harder.