Last Night

Image by Jul Thomas

The roof collapsed over our bed
and I didn’t notice
because I was gazing
into your eyes.

The moon exploded,
meteors showered the sky
and I didn’t care
because I was in your arms.

The sun crumpled at dawn,
wind fled over our bodies
and I was content,
our legs entwined.

Nothing else mattered.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
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4 Responses to Last Night

  1. johnlmalone's avatar johnlmalone says:

    Wow! that is passionate; what a night !!!!

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