Going to bed alone
is waking up discontent.

If only I had a map- –
I would sneak in
through your eyes,
kiss your lids closed
and lie down in you
feeding you love
and cherries in champagne
from my body- –
moist and warm,
complete contentment
in you- –
and you
replete.

Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.

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