October 24

Two hearts beat
synchronized beneath
melon colored sheets
on a California queen
morning sunbeams
sprinkle on wrinkled jeans
My Jillibean asleep
peacefully
her snores like purring
my stomach is churning
the way that she's stirring
and then turning
to pass me a glance
which has me entranced
it's hard to get mad
at such a striking lass
but alas
it's ask or assume
my trash compacted heart attack
or the truth
as soon as I beg
"Have you something to say?"
I've made a mistake
and I know it's too late