Unless you ask

I will always make you go

before the birds invoke the day,

leave our scent on the crumpled

sheets to the cats.

Though it is somewhat embarrassing

I love most among poets Aristophanes

and sultry dreams of cherubs that twitter like

juvenile birds drunk on adventure.

Unless you wake me to the soft sound of Coltrane,

the rich taste of espresso, the breath of fruity herbs,

I will always make you go before

the sun breaks the horizon.

 

 

 

Painting by Michael Lipke   (1953)

 

 

65 thoughts on “unless you ask

  1. Superb, especially this…
    “Unless you wake me to the sweet strains of Coltrane,
    the rich taste of espresso, the breath of fruity herbs,
    I will always make you leave before the day breaks.”

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  2. Holly, Coltrane must of course be an old record playing softly as the strong coffee is brewing. I picture a Sunday morning where the sun casts beams through the blinds. Maybe those fruity herbal aromas are some fresh strawberries being cut to blend with fresh blueberries and blackberries for yogurt. A slowly awakening morning following a delicious evening. I could even replace Coltrane with some Billie Holiday. Keith

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