Going to bed

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