Not tonight

I've got a headache
I'm tired
I forgot to let in the dog
Or was it the cat
Or the bird I forgot
to let out
Not tonight, darling
You know how I swell up
Too much poetry
Too much too much
My head my feet my fingers
The empty bed
The disk, the words on the disk
Grasping my ankle my wrist
Tonight I will listen to the voice
Of a man whose voice I want
To grasp my ankle my wrist.