Apr 2021
Just as Matthew Broderick kisses Mia Sara
I inadvertently spill a blob of wine #2
on the sheets, the alley between
my pyjama-d arm and your **** leg
and it is then I decide I will not go
into work tomorrow, stay home with you
and continue decorating the spare room.
I know it's not relevant now but I ask if
you prefer Nordic Sky or Enchanted Eden;
the former, you say, quizzical.
I nod, smile just a touch, return to the film;
Ferris's dad almost spots him, but not quite.
You don't notice the tiny stain;
I have the best night's sleep in months.
I inadvertently spill a blob of wine #2
on the sheets, the alley between
my pyjama-d arm and your **** leg
and it is then I decide I will not go
into work tomorrow, stay home with you
and continue decorating the spare room.
I know it's not relevant now but I ask if
you prefer Nordic Sky or Enchanted Eden;
the former, you say, quizzical.
I nod, smile just a touch, return to the film;
Ferris's dad almost spots him, but not quite.
You don't notice the tiny stain;
I have the best night's sleep in months.
Written: April 2021.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. The paint colours are real and the movie the fictional duo are watching is Ferris Bueller's Day Off. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. The paint colours are real and the movie the fictional duo are watching is Ferris Bueller's Day Off. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
