SLEEP AFTER SEX.

A MAN AND HIS LOVER AND SEX AND SLEEP.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s fallen asleep just
As you were getting into
The interesting part of

 

Wittgenstein’s Philosophical
Investigations. You can hear
Her snoring; sense her naked

 

Butt behind you as she lies on
The bed. How can she sleep in
The day like this? You’d made

 

Love some hour back and lay
Smoking, both watching the
Smoke rise, she listening to

 

You talking of philosophy,
You thinking what a good
Lay she’d been. Now she

 

Sleeps; the whole talk of
Philosophy in general and
Wittgenstein in particular

 

Hangs in the air like dull smoke.
You think of her conversation,
The words leaving her pretty

 

Mouth like so much froth,
The talk of clothes, shows,
Baby’s first words, the first

 

Steps and then becoming
Silent, musing on her dead
Child, you guess, that always

 

Shuts her up, the memory of
Baby’s demise. She sleeps.
You sit and stare at the walls
Hearing the buzz of flies.