Going to bed
and when we have done
lying together in the dark
warm houses stand within us
sleepy angels smile in doorways
little jeweled horses jolt by without sound
everyone is rich and no one has money
I can love you
Thank God I can love you
all that can happen is not known to the guns
are you awake darling?
do not fall asleep yet
to sleep now would seem a way to die so easily
and death is something that poems must be about
but the way our bodies were wings
flying in and out of each other…
~Kenneth Patchen
