Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Camera Bed

Camera Bed
“You’re not filming us,” She said.
made him put down the camera and fled.

Canon on sheets
like a muse in heat
straps undone and no one speaks.

Left the bed,
now you’re wondering if they’re wed
A mystery now lies in your head

Sheets fold,
cold weeks,
peak bold
out cold after a release, woh.

Pillows silent
silhouettes escaped sheets
a million bets, left cold, and not in heat.

Left for a nice walk
Condoleezza Rice talks
Plays Piano - they should’ve
stayed for the pillow talk
They could’ve played
Yo-Yo Ma
in her socks, bottom and bra
instead they left in a crawl.


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