We lie together in a gifted bed
knowing the alarm is set to sound,
your thigh’s a seat I’m settled on,
mine’s wrapped warmly round your hand.
We burrow in the minutes that remain
before the clock will cut in
to announce
the time
has come
for us
to peel apart.
Shall it be me, or you,
who first will break,
get up from our given place, depart
its dear embrace?
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 4:44 AM UTC
We lie together in a gifted bed
knowing the alarm is set to sound,
your thigh’s a seat I’m settled on,
mine’s wrapped warmly round your hand.
We burrow in the minutes that remain
before the clock will cut in
to announce
the time
has come
for us
to peel apart.
Shall it be me, or you,
who first will break,
get up from our given place, depart
its dear embrace?
(C) Orna Ross 2010. More Poetry: http://www.amazon.com/Thoughts-About-Love-Poems-ebook/dp/B005Z322JO