We lay on a single bunk,
gazing at each other under African sunlight
not yet lovers, but going that way.
"You're beautiful," she said after a while
and I believed her
but wanting to give her credit
for all that was good in me
I replied,
"It's a reflection!"
Except -
Despite my tan,
despite the rainbow racket of parrots outside,
despite my travel-broadened mind,
I still carried a heart
nurtured in Aberdeen,
that grey-granite reservation in North East Scotland
where true emotion may only be expressed
after fifteen pints and a dram.
So,
by way of a padded brown envelope
in which to hand over this pure, unselfish thought
I said it
in a silly voice.
These days she doesn't even write.
Me? I'm married
to a woman who finds me
kind of funny looking
but in an agreeable way.
It's a reflection.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 4:40 AM UTC
We lay on a single bunk,
gazing at each other under African sunlight
not yet lovers, but going that way.
"You're beautiful," she said after a while
and I believed her
but wanting to give her credit
for all that was good in me
I replied,
"It's a reflection!"
Except -
Despite my tan,
despite the rainbow racket of parrots outside,
despite my travel-broadened mind,
I still carried a heart
nurtured in Aberdeen,
that grey-granite reservation in North East Scotland
where true emotion may only be expressed
after fifteen pints and a dram.
So,
by way of a padded brown envelope
in which to hand over this pure, unselfish thought
I said it
in a silly voice.
These days she doesn't even write.
Me? I'm married
to a woman who finds me
kind of funny looking
but in an agreeable way.
It's a reflection.
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