Past that midnight
After the passion fight
Spent he lay.
The shimmering bedroom light
Hid their faces in shades.
She drew him close.
Rested her face on his bare chest;
Whispered: ‘sweet spending’.
He glanced her sideways.
She was smiling; her eyes.
He caressed her wavy locks.
Within silently exclaimed:
'What a spendthrift is this life! '
The covers were gently pulled up.
They now push them into sleep;
Drown them into another dream.
Outside, Time was busy
Pulling down the covers
To dawn out another day
That to culminate into
Its own night…
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
20th December 2010
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-midsummer-nights-dream/
