Look!

There's a little hole in the night. It's been plugged with words, and I drift back to sleep via the Grande Ass, Sherlock Holmes.

(I'm sorry to knock you up at so late an hour, he says...)

One From Greatpoets

...and I'll rush off to work.

Happy Ending - Fleur Adcock
After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was unbottoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies-those
they had willingly displayed-but a frail
endeavour to apologise.

Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love-
and not that happier outcome, friends.