MAKING LOVE TO THE SHIPPING FORECAST

now rising rapidly…
very rapidly.
you veering - I backing

“It”
goes from being
moderate to good!

our severe gale becomes
violent storm
hurricane force…imminent

you give me a 12 out of ten then
sleep caresses our bodies
the slight seas of our dreams

the Shipping Forecast
talks to itself
tells the table

tells the shelf
the room incantated
by its soothing sounds

the room filling up
with its beloved
words

this the now
becoming Monday
“Humber…Dogger…Fisher…Lundy!”