Thursday, September 22, 2011

a good lover

you make me good coffee to fill my desire
you get into bed too when i must retire
you bring me plain biscuits so i wont feel faint
you could be a devil but you are a saint
to care for ones lover's a gift and a joy
to find all the tenderness you must employ
embracing their illness and pain in the light
is part of embracing their body at night