Be my lazy Saturday
Open yourself up to me
Spread yourself on my pillow
Roll the gentle waves of your auburn glory on my sheets
Cover your breasts with the fresh print of newspages
Haiti hurricanes on your left, wedding vows on the right
A new government in Ukraine trailing its’ tale down your belly
When did we get so political, dear? It’s just us, here
I kiss you beneath the flap of its end
Be my lazy Saturday
Open up to me.