My Lady Rests by Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng, Poetry, Punk Noir Magazine
PhotoFunia-1591000525My lady rests beside me,
breathing in a two tome,
forlorn argument before
we wore our masters,
gently engaging in a foreplay;
so say….
the poets, those who write it,
who do it, justice, do it
just, do the, do the love
dance, and I’d rather
no other partner, Carol,
fair Carol, lie with me, take
me there, here as I fear it
calmed by a night’s cruel
shiver, shimmering I hand back
to you the blanket top..
unclothed and derobed, I pose
myself by side, as I hide wet
from the breasts that touch me
touch me, could they touch me, vouch
on a pillow, lade bare, I kiss goodnight
to the lady bare, bear breasted and sleeping.