The Breakfast, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The BreakfastThe Breakfast, Edward McGregor Paxton (1911)

The Breakfast

That paper might as well a brick wall be
Our hearts are now so distantly apart
This small table like the world’s largest sea
Not sure that a path exists to his heart

Now I share a bed with a lump of coal
Moving close to create some body heat
His response is the other side to roll
I am left with only my two cold feet

So willing to offer myself to him
To show that I remain his eager wife
But appears that chances are mighty slim
There will be melting passion in our life

Our lives now not as was our wedding night
Only with the light on is my night bright