IN BED WITH BALZAC.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A WOMAN AND HER MAN AND BALZAC'S BOOK.

Submitted: April 30, 2010

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She puts down the Balzac
Book. Jack is still asleep.
The night had been one of
Those turn over and turn out

The lights without cuddle or
Sex kind of nights. She feels
Like bringing the Balzac down
On his head, smashing into his

Dreams, scattering his images
Of the Doyle girl to kingdom
Come. She holds the old book
Firmly in her hands, tightening

Her grip, sensing the hard cover,
The old leather, worth a mint
The bookseller had said. She
Pauses, contemplating, gazing

At his head. His eyes look so
Pathetic closed, harmless like
A child’s, as if he dreamt of
Childish things, innocent, worth

Kissing, holding, protecting.
He’d snored in the night, his
Deep sound vibrating the room,
Dragging the covers over his

Side of the bed. She lifts the
Book, the Balzac, The Black
Sheep, and brings it close to
His head, lets it hover there in

The early morning air. She sighs
And places the book down on
The bed, face down to save the
Place and pages she’d not yet

Read. Reprieved just for this
Time; better to have slept with
Balzac than the shite head Jack.


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