Satanic Nurses and Other Comforts by Mark Arvilla “Marvilla”
Satanic Nurses and other Comforts
Poems by Mark Arvilla
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.
