cold air sifts through
the window, to climb
my unprotected spine
last night's storm
still drips erractically
from gutters and leaves
I turn to you seeking
warmth and passion
only to find empty sheets
and a lingering scent
of sandalwood.
rising to dance
on a cold wooden floor
I seek you out...
finding you, pyjamified
in the garden, checking
your babies.....
for storm damage.
I put the kettle on
and await your report...
Autumn has arrived.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
cold air sifts through
the window, to climb
my unprotected spine
last night's storm
still drips erractically
from gutters and leaves
I turn to you seeking
warmth and passion
only to find empty sheets
and a lingering scent
of sandalwood.
rising to dance
on a cold wooden floor
I seek you out...
finding you, pyjamified
in the garden, checking
your babies.....
for storm damage.
I put the kettle on
and await your report...
Autumn has arrived.
an aubade (slightly twisted)
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