Toulouse Lautrec's Friends

White sheets,
Oh how I'd love
to slip inside
them
And become involved
in your smooth,naked
stanza.
Just to feel skin on
skin, warm breath

of another.
And wrapped up
in peaks and

troughs
And the unbreaking

waves,
And to feel like the
sun was just
rising
as bright on our faces
as on the
sheets
enveloping us.