No cold woman in your bed
I got into bed with nothing on
And laid beside the one I loved
A night of passion in my head
The light still on him turn and said:
Woman, put on yuh clothes
Yuh’re gonna catch cold
I reached out and flicked the switch:
Man, what’s in yuh head?
You got a naked, sexy fat woman inna yuh bed!
Oh, oh, I see.
Well then, come close, come close to me.
why leave bed to worship
kohl smudged on your eyelids
i butterfly a kiss
as the muezzin wails
i think of a peace garden Buddha
jimmy the hippy drummer
& yr lips
From The Suitcase Book of Love Poems, published curiously enough by Suitcase Books in conjunction with Commonword.