Every Day Ends in Bed.
Every day ends in bed, a book, A cat, you making final taps at the keyboard Kids fast asleep, cars below the window Throwing off the watery noise of cars. We are ready now, you and me, After a day of making sandwiches and global Conflict, to draw the curtain On the helter and the skelter. Night Has come like a pipe full of opium. We are made stupid by it but not unconscious Soon there will be visits to the radiologist And other appointments that must be kept. The flesh will be more ravaged than it was Twenty minutes ago, time will be more treacherous But you will be next to me then With a novel about police procedures And I will slip from the nervous day Into the warm shadows of your body. The night will end like the rest of them In light, in birdsong, in the ringing sound Of children dropped off early to the Montessori School across the street.
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|Date:||Sep 22, 2016|
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