Butter On My Roll, Before You Go

 

 ...lying on clean sheets 

I wrestling with fat pillows

That will not hold me back

The water's drip &drip, wet outside the window

 drips that count a time

the wind blows in the ruffled curtains

   in and out

 

I am lying to a woman

and she wants to wrestle on clean sheets

with big pllows. and have curtains like these.

Curtains that fly

   in and out..to the breeze of the moon.

 I am lying with the woman

    and she is wrestling with choices 

    she has clean sheets and the freshest breezes

    that blow in off the ocean 

tonight

take off your shoe and dance

pick a song we all know, sing along

 

 she orders chocolates and green tea

 the birds will sing if we are quiet.

    and the branches will sway  

smoke spins around in my head

Turn the stars on. the sky is charcole.

Drink more wine

 

I will draw you