smooth as the inside
of the whorls of a pink shell
I rise from the warm bubbles
the cool moon outside
bathes me in a pearly glow
as I fall into your arms
John
Daleiden, US
Appetites
You left me no
note
saying why toast and cereal
were cold, uneaten at home.
Dear, does your lover
enjoy fresh warm meals tonight
as I wash dishes alone?
*See
the Writer's Handbook
