Satanic Nurses and Other Comforts by Mark Arvilla “Marvilla”

Satanic Nurses and other Comforts

Poems by Mark Arvilla

Lake Vermillion

Coming in off the lake

in the evening coolness.

Hushed voices and

deepening shadows and

the lake still reflecting

the pale light of the sky.

No fish, no sweat. A hot

cup of coffee in the cabin

while the night comes on

like that big-breasted lover

with a soul as sweet

as dark chocolate.

Lying in bed as sleep

steels over me with

a gentle softness and

I hear the tender voice

rustling in the trees

and lapping at the shore.

~ by redbikinilady on June 27, 2008.

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