Kiss Eyes 1972 Poem by Terry Collett

Fell from bed
twice last night
Abela

and me as
we made love
(having got

excited)
both lying
stark naked

on the floor
(carpeted)
now we lie

back in bed
after sex
relaxing

Miro prints
she utters
suddenly

looking round
and gazing
Miro prints?

Talk of art
after sex?
I ask her

for the shop
when we're back
she replies

I close my
eyes firmly
but this is

holiday
push all thoughts
of our work

and of art
to the back
of your mind

I tell her
just saying
that we must

she replies
I kiss her
on the lids

of her eyes.