Making bread <br />we go to bed <br /> <br />resting <br />from our labours <br /> <br />making love <br />until it is done <br /> <br />(our own unique <br />timing system) <br /> <br />then fresh from the oven <br />we lie in bed <br /> <br />eating a dream <br />of bread & butter <br /> <br />melting <br />through our fingers <br /> <br />only the crumbs <br />a nuisance later <br /> <br />waking us from <br />dreams of each other.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-bread/
