Mars On Vacation

Mars On Vacation

Why do we call it sleeping together
When hibernation is the last thing on either mind?
I slept not a wink.
But I think you did. Or maybe I am mistaken.

You looked so at peace.
And that’s another odd phrase. We say it
As though it is the profoundest mystery,
When the furthest thing from anyone’s mind is war.

I looked upon your eyes and your lips
As you lay in our bed of comfort, with me.
Bed of comfort.
Heaven’s anklet.
Whiskers disturbed from purring.
Mist on Avalon.
Juno satiated.
Jupiter undone.
Mars on vacation.

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