Coax the Swan Out

There were some people in the room trying to help me last night
but when I turned on the light
they were just pants hanging over a chair.
I bought a swan for the bedroom; it's neck is beautiful
and it's feathers look high gloss white against the matte brown wall-
it's like having a t.v. in the room
but there are only paintings books a chair
and an aluminum table that wobbles a bit
when I sit down to write furiously or not at all. To tenderly hold
my head in my chapped hands and sigh coaxes the swan out.
Sadness makes the swan affectionate and sturdy
or just some guy's pants hanging over a chair.