There Is A Stranger In Her Bed Poem by O.S. Brooks

There is a stranger in her bed
Breathing-
Sleeping-
Dreaming-
What ever lovers dream
-Arm along her side
-Legs in line with mine
-Hearts beating strong as one
A pulse of union under the sun
The smell of sweat, perfume, and sex
The feel of guilt washed down with drink
We find relief, on weekends, we friends
No longer walk in public places
Where familiar faces can name us
None religious, but fear the-
End of days
Where God will come down
To heal our earthly ways
-Hopefully
-Wishing
-We pray
For better tomorrows
But sorrow walks through boroughs like thieves
Stealing ambition and dreams
The kind that lovers dream
What ever it is that lovers dream...