by mikesteeden
“How queer? The wretched undertaker told me you were in a bamboo coffin
When in reality you are alive and well living inside my head
If it suits you, you are welcome to stay put here awhile
I’ll tell you what, I’ll go imagine, for us, a spicy fourposter bed
Also, I recall you always cared for night-time’s heavenly perspective
The one from which you could see midnight’s bluest skies
Well you already know that that presents no problems
You can share with me forever the room behind my eyes
And if you are sometimes feeling less than cheerful
We can share red wine, French cheeses and rustic bread
And laugh about the old times and our travels
That way, my darling sweetheart, you’ll not be dead”
Gobblers & Masticadores 