Supplication

by Kate Bernadette Benedict

Why smuggle yourself from our rightful room?
Why snuggle alone on a meager couch?
Come back to bed, come lie with me.

An absence has chilled me and ripped me from dreams.
I waken bereft at a quarter to three.
Come back to bed, come lie with me.

At fifty, my mother sequestered my father.
Are we old as that, has it come to this?
Come back to bed, come lie with me.

Though sometimes we toss and sometimes snore,
though lust is not what it used to be,
come back to bed, come lie with me.

Before you know it the time will come
when absence will be a finality.
Come back to bed, come lie with me.

“Supplication” first appeared in Here From Away.


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