At 4am you wake from wine-dark sleep,
The usual dreams of sexual fulfilment
Erupt, then interrupted. Makes you weep.
Disrupted bedclothes flung back as you went
Feeling your way to where a penny’s spent.
You’re in there and your urine’s in the bowl,
The wine turned back to water, now hell-bent,
While you tiptoe to kitchen like you stole
Something. But all you’re after is a whole
Glass of cold water. Feel refreshment seep
In life-restoring drops so heaven-sent
Your body becomes a praise-giving soul
That prayed for rain when rivers ran less deep
And now sends thanks up to the firmament.
Fri 23 Feb 2007
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