Love and blanketed affections.

Love
was no more
a blanket
covering the faults
to be exposed, naked
on getting out of bed.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

with clothes on or off, in bed or out...faults will eventually be exposed....
and at breakfast we will be eating our own regrets....

[andrew mitchell]

yes you have blown her cover now jacob

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend Andrew. Perfect description of love. Naked people do speak in a different tone. Nothing to hide no-more. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

thank you muchly my friend for your kind words john

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.