Mike’s Love Poem #6  

Wrapped up in bed,
My bones far from her,
my lips travel the nightways.

Midnight kissing booths
Made from blankets -
I’ll be her sole customer.

Without her, I am
Ash with no cigar –
Smoke’s epitaph.

Us – Woman and I
We’ll move slowly
Between blankets and scars.

© 2006 Mike Gravel