© 1999 by Lynnette E. Fitch
Come back to bed, Come back to bed - It's far too soon To lift your head. Sleep hasn't left me - Why should you? There's plenty abed For us to do. You've left me lonely And growing cold. Has surfeit already Turned pleasure old? There's time enough To get work done... We should ignore The jealous Sun, Who knows that you Can do far more Than rise just once In four and a score! I want to feel You breathing near. Or, better yet, Breathe in my ear. Kiss me, warm me, Clasp me tight - For that is heaven, Day or night - And Sleep must go If you will come. Return to bed, My wakeful one. lef, May, 1999 |