We were lying on her bed
listening to Gustav Mahler.
It was a small bed
so we were pretty much
thrown together after the event
of making love.
Both of us were hot
and lay there letting the air
from a slightly opened window
cool us down.
“I prefer his Second”
she said
“it has a more
religious overtone.”
Percy had been reduced
to a kind of cigar stub
and lay there
pathetically sleeping.
“I like his First
it has that power
and excitement
that he only tries to redo
in later symphonies”
I said.
She had small soft fruits
sleeping stiff there.
Nearby a cow mooed
and in the distance
a tractor moaned
across a field.
“I thought you preferred
his Fifth you said?”
she said turning
towards me.
“I did but I prefer
the First now”
I replied.
A dog barked
over the way
and a car sped past
on the lane outside.
“Thank you
for the Solzhenitsyn book”
she said
“it looks quite deep.”
I noticed how well formed
she was and how her small thatch
was a different shade
to that of her hair on top.
“It is deep
and rather depressing”
I said.
Another cow mooed
and the dog barked again.
A car drew up slowly
in the drive.
“The parents”
she said
and leapt from bed.
I leapt off too
and scrambled
for my clothes
as did she
like a scene
from a film.
The car's engine
was still running.
She looked out
of the window
cautiously.
“It's not them
someone has drawn in
by mistake
and are going out again”
she said
sounding annoyed.
I stood half dressed
half ****
She mouthed expletives
which sounded quite rude.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
We were lying on her bed
listening to Gustav Mahler.
It was a small bed
so we were pretty much
thrown together after the event
of making love.
Both of us were hot
and lay there letting the air
from a slightly opened window
cool us down.
“I prefer his Second”
she said
“it has a more
religious overtone.”
Percy had been reduced
to a kind of cigar stub
and lay there
pathetically sleeping.
“I like his First
it has that power
and excitement
that he only tries to redo
in later symphonies”
I said.
She had small soft fruits
sleeping stiff there.
Nearby a cow mooed
and in the distance
a tractor moaned
across a field.
“I thought you preferred
his Fifth you said?”
she said turning
towards me.
“I did but I prefer
the First now”
I replied.
A dog barked
over the way
and a car sped past
on the lane outside.
“Thank you
for the Solzhenitsyn book”
she said
“it looks quite deep.”
I noticed how well formed
she was and how her small thatch
was a different shade
to that of her hair on top.
“It is deep
and rather depressing”
I said.
Another cow mooed
and the dog barked again.
A car drew up slowly
in the drive.
“The parents”
she said
and leapt from bed.
I leapt off too
and scrambled
for my clothes
as did she
like a scene
from a film.
The car's engine
was still running.
She looked out
of the window
cautiously.
“It's not them
someone has drawn in
by mistake
and are going out again”
she said
sounding annoyed.
I stood half dressed
half ****
She mouthed expletives
which sounded quite rude.
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