Don't Get Up

Oh, stay late with me this time, Kate.
I, too, must be at work at dawn. Stay
And go to work from here. No one
Who cares will ever know. The street
Outside, so lined with cars, will swallow
Yours. It won't be seen, and, these days,
If somebody calls, just answer. Say
That you're at home. There's no way
To tell you're not...unless we've gone
To bed by then, and I am gnawing on
Your neck, and you are sighing, as
You're doing now, as I gnaw on your
Ear. We could go on like this all
Night, and I'm quite certain that we
Should. We're old, but must we be
So prudent? Don't leave now.
Stay late.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-08-05 at 22:41

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