Valley Casino Banana Bread Lover

Demonstrate the morning after
How to hide breath under the sheets,
Really want to kiss those soft lips,
But I lost my lover's receipt.

The wind blows hard in the valley,
Let's just stay inside my bed,
With the smell of winter Sundays,
And your Mother's banana bread.

There's some white sand down in Maui,
And the reception of your dreams,
Full of fireworks and flowers,
And a priest wearing stonewashed jeans.

Her hair falls over her fake breasts
So I can push it out of the way,
Like a casino selling free drinks,
Pleasure is a hot slot away.

          MICHAEL J. COOPER