Roberta Bassetti – Night Talk

When we talk in bed,
The guards are resting,
We listen through dark,
Our voices close.
Green frogs bleat
like lost kids at the fountain.
We talk about that.
It’s easy.
We talk about anything we like.

Small thoughts,
My day,
As valued as theories,
Feel comfortable.
I think this is really me here –
I think this is really me.

Skin smooth and muscles calm,
Safe in the boxed mosquito net
We live like exclusive chocolates.
That’s what you said.

Moon watches
Through the curtainless bay.
Soft glow on bodies,
Limbs touching –
Sometimes smiling,
Not hard to tell the truth
this way.


Night Talk by Roberta Bassetti was commended in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (October 2021) judged by Rachel long.


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