Between the bed and duvet--

Between the bed and duvet


Between the bed and duvet,
there is no flesh, no kiss, no romance,
No hugging, no whispers,

between the bed and duvet,
violent passion runs,
Passion for writing and ruminating,

between the bed and duvet,
there is a diary and a quill,
to record and to narrate,

between the bed and duvet,
the songbird’s music and the
silent dawn like the flowering,

between the bed and duvet,
dawn flowing like a cascaded
sheet, something twined with chirping,

between the bed and duvet,
there is no sleep for me,
fresh moorings tap anew.