We went see the peacocks
up along the farm road.
We parked our cycles over
by the hedge. You said how
dowdy the pea-hens were
compared with the peacocks.
We looked at them through
the wire mesh. They walked
about slowly doing their
peacock thing: showing up
their fine feathers and tails.
I mused about us back at
the farm house: making
love in your small room
with the sloping roof, your
single bed unmade, your
sheets ruffled. I liked how
you spread your wings
and arms about my waist.
Your mother came back
just after we came down stairs.
You spun some yarn about
me just having come. Your
mother made me hot tea
and toast and mothered
me before your jealous eyes.
We watched the peacocks
move about the grounds
making their peacock sounds.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
We went see the peacocks
up along the farm road.
We parked our cycles over
by the hedge. You said how
dowdy the pea-hens were
compared with the peacocks.
We looked at them through
the wire mesh. They walked
about slowly doing their
peacock thing: showing up
their fine feathers and tails.
I mused about us back at
the farm house: making
love in your small room
with the sloping roof, your
single bed unmade, your
sheets ruffled. I liked how
you spread your wings
and arms about my waist.
Your mother came back
just after we came down stairs.
You spun some yarn about
me just having come. Your
mother made me hot tea
and toast and mothered
me before your jealous eyes.
We watched the peacocks
move about the grounds
making their peacock sounds.
Boy and girl in countryside 1964
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