Editor’s note: We came back yesterday from a loooong weekend in Delaware and Maryland, so the usual Monday poetry refreshment is coming to you on Tuesday. I’m happy to post another poem from Michael Robert Makin, whose poetry can be as delightful as it is insightful. – Mark
Michael Robert Makin – “Four in a Bed”
Our bed is always full,
four bodies fill its mass,
every night that passes,
and it is a snug fit.
On the one side is Scarlet,
she is yellow and stocky,
built purposely and stout,
such a lazy mass of fur.
The other end is framed,
by a fat bald Cuban,
hirsute from feet to ears,
stinking of musk always.
The beautiful one takes center,
he is muscular and lithe,
sleeping oblivious to everything,
surrounded by those who love him.
And then there is the little man,
black and compact yet so fierce,
he lies between sheet and blanket,
curled next to the pungent one.
It is a cozy arrangement, but it works.
© 2012 – Michael Robert Makin