He had brought
the Mahler 5th
and a bottle of wine.
He sat in her
dim lit lounge
on her white sofa.
She put the Mahler
on her hi-fi, poured
two glasses of wine.
He gazed around the room:
the paintings, low brow,
a few photos of her family.
She entered
with the glasses of wine
and put them down
on the table.
The music unfolded
in the room.
She sat beside him
picking up a glass.
He sipped his wine.
They lay back together
and kissed.
She talked of her son
a police officer.
He talked of the psychology
of ***** and the ****** revolution.
They drained their glasses.
She drew the curtains.
They undressed
ready for bed.
The third movement
of the symphony began;
the theme familiar
inside his head.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
He had brought
the Mahler 5th
and a bottle of wine.
He sat in her
dim lit lounge
on her white sofa.
She put the Mahler
on her hi-fi, poured
two glasses of wine.
He gazed around the room:
the paintings, low brow,
a few photos of her family.
She entered
with the glasses of wine
and put them down
on the table.
The music unfolded
in the room.
She sat beside him
picking up a glass.
He sipped his wine.
They lay back together
and kissed.
She talked of her son
a police officer.
He talked of the psychology
of ***** and the ****** revolution.
They drained their glasses.
She drew the curtains.
They undressed
ready for bed.
The third movement
of the symphony began;
the theme familiar
inside his head.
