She comes home around 12
every night & I figure that
maybe she works behind a bar.
It’s cold & black out there as she
clip-clop clip-clops up the stairs
in her high heels
& I always try to stay awake for her
beneath the duvet.
I’ve only seen her once or twice,
slim & blonde & very sweet
but there’s no lovers on the scene
for us two;
she kicks off her shoes & I hear the
bathroom light come on,
a moment’s pause then
a stream of golden heaven plays
as I hold my breath to hear
& I’m almost there
as she delivers once more.