Time

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Morpheus embraces me and refuses to let go
I know I should leave our bed; I just can’t!
Just a few more minutes; I’ll forfeit breakfast!
He seduces me to fall under his spell yet again,
And off I float away, enveloped in his arms.

Last night an unsolicited visitor arrived
I don’t know who he is, yet I instinctively recoil,
Turn off the lamp, and cover my semi-naked form.
I’ve felt it before, a kiss on my lips from and unseen
Form, yet this time I feel stingy in my response.

I did not want to share the intimacy of my bed, now
Shared equally with six books I lay with each night
I hope the LA public library does not fine me
For such impertinence. When you check out their
Books, ever wonder where those have been before?

If the energy were just right, I think it would be fun;
To make out with an invincible lover who wet my…
Appetite. He would have to be clever and tease me
just right. Then, I’d welcome him with a smile…
inside. I frown; I’ve forgotten what it feels like.

I recall that it’s as much a psychological impact as it is
Physical. This because it signifies a profound connection;
A melding of energies, and in a primal sense - surrender,
to a worthy mate. It’s a simple and direct language
Conducted by Eros, between male and female.

It’s unequaled softness, clasping an unbending
Will; it‘s a clash for supremacy, yet, in a sense,
It’s the loss of self, and a mutual surrender in the end.
I make the supreme effort to open my eyes to see the time.
Oh shit! I only have ten minutes to shower and dress.



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