Pillow Talk

Repos d'amour on balmy afternoon,
Her glowing leaf floats gently back to bed,
Where sated eyes find vision of her swoon,
His leaf still drifting somewhere ‘bove this spread,

Content is she who studies this man’s face,
With features like a living billet-doux,
She reads his lines at sultry lover’s pace,
The bard of this midsummer rendezvous,

Now lost in love but grateful for this place,
She’s found by eyes returning longing stares,
With moments spent in visual embrace,
She beams and then, in quiet tones, declares,

“I’m not the same as when you first knew me,”
“My Dear,” says he, “You’re better; I love thee.”

- Scott Alexander McKenzie