We get entangled
in undercover tangos—
lovers over friends.
skat©2016
P.S. This showed up in a file on one of my e-mail accounts. I must have stored it there to post later. Or maybe I posted it before? I don’t recall for sure. It’s a new title, in any case.
I’d forgotten how
cold air outside the covers
chills me to the bone.
skat@2016
If I end up lame
or twisted in my old age,
you can blame my cats.
skat@2016
Really should get up.
But this bed feels so cosy-–
My limbs won’t comply.
skat@2015
When you’ve got the bed
All to yourself, you un-bend–
The Vitruvian.
skat@2015
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