Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Sleepy, revised

Sleep Arrived

She arrived early last night
for the ten o’clock shift
frock on the hook, bag on a chair,
moist kiss of no-nonsense shoes
I like to mimic from behind
the rim of my glass while you stifle
a snicker until it falls in step
with the papery cadence of her starch
whites and muttered imprecations. 
It never ceases to amaze, the ease
with which she heaves us
over her pillowed shoulders, knees
cushioned on those ample breasts
arms dangling limp to the rolling
sway of her kneading haunches,
stealing a good night kiss
behind her dray horse back
as she bundles us drowsy up to bed. 


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