companion

the tanned young man in tight
jeans bringing my coffee
is less romantic than Death
who sits beside me
his smokey fingers on my arm,
transparent face hovering near
whispering promises
of quiet sleep
the end of racing thoughts
and lists, and things to do,
things to do.

Copyright © Kim Hodges
July 1995

"Salacious Poem..."
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