EVE HALL

A BAD DAY, A GOOD NIGHT









Working hard all day; rough hands, tired feet.
The phone rings, upset voices.
Stressful work conditions.
Starved, almost lunchtime.
Food comes, server plops it on my table.
Do not want to go off on her,
Like I did the other day.
Home at last, slippers waiting for me.
My bath water running; bubbles everywhere
You lying in bed, looking like, Adonis.
You beckon me to come near, my towel drops.
A bad day, turns into a good night.

(c)2010 Eve Hall

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