By Roger Harvey
And I mean sleep,
not what you
and everyone else
may be thinking.
A cuddle, of course,
deep and close on this long settee;
but then sleep,
that most absolute sharing of trust.
It is still bright day,
but let us loose the bonds of time,
find our own space,
enter another world,
and, waking, return to this one
renewed and marvellously changed.
Life has been so hectic and fate so cruel;
I am so very weary of my long endeavour,
and I know you have been sad and tired.
Now there must be time for tenderness.
Let us hope we will not dream.
We both want only curtained darkness,
the comfort of warmth;
the wind and weather and worries
Let us give each other peace,
let there be no taking;
let this sweet and trusting sleep
be our true love-making.