Thursday, March 28, 2013

To A Waterbed By John Updike

No frog Prince ever had a pond
So faithful, murmurous, and fond.
Amniotic-ally it sings
of Broken dreams and hidden spring,
Automatically it laves
My mind in secondary waves
That answer motions of my own,
However mild-my amnion.
Fond underbubble, warm and deep,
I love you so much I cannot sleep.