| Joe Bartolotta |
IN VOGUE Laying in bed Watching the star With eyes like a Connecticut morning As my pillow drifts on pools of mist Afloat her ever-Autumn skies I dream of the places Close and yet as far As the moon is to the dawn And I from the people Who make love in the light In glorious Technicolors Where she adores him As he touches her Body and soul Consuming all sensibility with sight and skin I’ve never made love in the light. Who wouldn’t race atop mattresses? Abandoning night tables and reading lamps Books, rooms, houses for the flood Paddles in hand Cross-sea and stormy coasts To be so desirable? How I wish to be born to each new day With the sun smiling over me Warming the night’s frost from my flesh But beds and lovers on oceans sink And stranger beds do twice as fast Dispelling the odyssey before it sets sail I return home The son, the brother Forgoing man’s taste for wanton adventure December 2007 |
| Copyright 2007 Red Pulp Underground |
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