Chatter
she. what are u listening to?
me. melancholy song writers broken love tunes
she. ugh. why?
me. wanted to see how deep into the bed
I could sink,
till you came a looking to
play with me, my spirits to raise,
a game of capture the flag
indoors
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Aural vs. Oral
her night dress rides up,
I awake to an undressed
waist and thigh,
take advantage of the pomp
& circumstance,
cause i believe
whole heartedly in
waiste not, want more
as tongue performs its
repertoire of magic tricks,
i.e. reciting poems,
to the standard whelps
and yelps of “oh its just you,”
keep hearing little tiny whispers
but not those accustomed
sweet nothings?
turns out she is
listening to her book,
quite the mesmerizer,
on her new cordless earbuds
which are tablecloth covered
by her blondini tresses
upset?
nah. applauded her
multimedia tasking,
but took it as a challenge,
my efforts redoubled
she didn't seem to mind
now she wakes me up to show me,
Surprise!
her cordless earbuds, in place
sigh.
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Ordering Coffee
weekends, get coffee in bed
in my 19 oz. porcelain
cup from Toronto,
standing order is:
fill it to the rim,
extra cream
she says.
isn't ironic!
that is exactly
what I
charge for my coffee
payable in advance
