this one starts where so many have
bed-begun

a weekend morn,
sun flooding the chamber,
we swap YouTube fav's,
over cups of almost
hotter coffee

I ******
with
"Roxanne" by Police;

she subtlety point counterpoints my
unsubtle advances, parrying by
sending me dreams of
the **** promised land of

"El Tango of Roxanne,"
from Moulin Rouge

I concede,
she pleased,
pleases me,
that her triumphed victory came so easy

not realizing my plan all along,
realizing, my all along man plan

ah,
Saturday, Naturday,

making natural spring water
poems
drawn from the saucy source
mother (bed-sun-music) earth

this one ends where so many have
bed-begun