a poem by Barry Basden

THERE WAS A TIME

when I slept in your cocoon
and read all day
and gave you massages
when you came home.

I wanted to crawl
inside you and
ooze from your pores,
to breathe in and out
of your lungs until we passed out.

Now, separated in a king-sized bed,
we're supposed to sleep better.

But we don't.

© by Barry Basden

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #5 ~ September 2009