You'Re My Bed Poem by gershon hepner

I use you body for my bed,
your breasts my pillows while I sleep,
but when we’re lying head to head,
I don’t feel drowsy, counting sheep,
because I’m kept awake by lips
that kiss my own, while two tongues enter
each other’s mouth and sail like ships
towards our capitals, the center
where having joined together we
discuss how each of us succeeded,
and then float on the silent sea
of sleep, because, oh boy, we need it!


Inspired by Billy Joel’s “You’re My Home”:

When you look into my eyes
and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
it always comes as a surprise
when I feel my withered roots begin to grow.

Well I never had a place
that I could call my very own
but that's all right my love
cuz you're my home.

When you touch my weary head
and you tell me everything will be all right.
You say use my body for your bed
and my love will keep you warm throughout the night.

Well I'll never be a stranger
and I'll never be alone
wherever we're together
that's my home.

Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike
Indiana's early morning dew
high up in the hills of California
home is just another word for you.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
but that's all right my love
cuz you're my home.

If I travel all my life
and I never get stop and settle down
long as I have you by my side
there's a roof above and good walls all around.
You're my castle, you're my cabin
and my instant pleasure dome.
I need you in my house
cuz you're my home, ..
you're my home.

7/18/08


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