Sheets
by Richard Lighthouse
the best kind of love
spreads like early sun
on (twisted) sheets
peering secretly thru blinds,
glistening on sweet skin
the best kind of love
urges on
stays unsettled
remains like delicious
scents dangling
in air.
she emerges from the
bathroom like the best
kind of love
dripping wet
wrapped in warm towels
and grinning like a child.
“i smell coffee”
