By Toklas  blee@direct.ca
Date: 9 September 1999

Morning After Blues

Sitting on the bed in a hotel room
He plays his guitar
Improvising his thoughts on her strings.

She's in the bathroom washing off his kisses
with one of those tightly wrapped little soap bars
that everyone steals from hotels.

He hears her rustling and bustling his lovemaking
into the sink.

She turns on the tap and lets the water run
while she listens to him play.

He can see her, suspended, the toothbrush
half-way to her mouth.