A Bedtime Story by Spencer Slater

Give me the wild from yesterday’s fury
Give me a while to gather my speed
We don’t have time for a bedtime story
I know what you want
And I know what you need
And I may not be wiser than stories of old
Which you’ve heard all before
As the sheets unfold
Whilst I’m writing your part
As if for the stage
In our bedroom theatre
Where lovers engage
In one to one combat
Before we retreat
Catch up with our breath
And relentlessly proceed
To prolong every second
To be longer than the last
In the arch of your back
I’ll know that you’ll cast
Yourself to the part
And your purse to receive
Every bedtime story
I’ve ever conceived
In the depths of my mind
Rescue me now
Help me find
The reasons how
You came to be here
Across my bed
Naked and waiting
Like a book unread
I long for those words
That you weave
Like a spell
The suspense, the mystery, the thriller
You tell 

Spencer Slater © 2011