POEM INSPIRED BY PICTURE

Inspired by the apparent morning-after picture accompanying John Feddeler's poem, Sex For Quiet Guns.

She lay on the bed, legs open wide,
Sleeping the sleep of the satisfied,
A look of peace was upon her face
And nothing to hide her secret place,
Now wet from our highly enjoyed night.
I dressed with that view in my sight.
On the bedside table I left dough,
My thank-you for having not said No
To sharing her night time company,
And giving herself so willingly.