- for Rebecca -
‘Twas a famine in the sky –
or the sun was drawing nigh.
Can’t recall, but it was some catastrophe.
Glad to find you in my bed,
roll the anguish from my head.
When you’re with me in the dream, I never flee!
Let you sleep a minute more.
Slippers on, then out the door,
put some water on for coffee, rub my eyes
in the mirror, bat my lids,
get you up and wake the kids,
calm my senses’ five desires as you rise…
for I’d like to have you now,
but we’d have to figure how
to keep quiet so the children wouldn’t hear
A.M. love between the sheets
and the passionate repeats
of a longing that has held a dozen year.
‘Twas a tempest out at sea –
or the blue had swamped the lee.
Fears and phantoms had reduced me to a rind.
Glad to find you at my side,
wring the brine from out my hide.
Had you been there, I’d have never lost my mind!
You remember when we met,
how our friends had placed a bet:
“Who’d have thought? But such a thing will never last!”
But can anybody tell
if it’s ill or if it’s well
of the love of two when first their lots are cast?
I consider as you drowse
that you’d sooner be aroused
with a bagpipe than such rubbish. But it’s late…
Let us snatch a wedge of time
after this, my baddest rhyme.
Seven minutes ere the clock announces eight!
‘Twas a tempest on the sound –
or the coast could not be found.
Visions cobbled to and from catastrophe.
Glad to have you at my side,
shake the salt from off my hide.
I was there alone, without you. Only me!
‘Twas collision in the air –
or the ghouls had gathered there.
Can’t be sure, but it was horror of a kind.
Glad to hold you in my arms,
put an end to false alarms.
When you’re with me in the dream, I never mind!