The first love
fits like a glove
but rarely lasts
precious memories
of the past

Splinters of beating flesh
lay upon the floor
hoping to re-mesh
and then to search some more

Cleansing tears
at bedtime
wash away the ills
encountered in the day

Flash-blinded
eyes closed
as the thunder rolls
and new love is found

A swirling vortex
peripheral fuzz and buzz
electrical sparks fly

The sleep of the post-******
is sporadic and episodal
enjoy It while you can

Chasing butterflies at bed time
me and my lover
as the fan whirrs
and we fall asleep