Sunday, February 02, 2014

Sunday.

       Sunday.


The religious day of rest,
saw no resting,
we fought to be able,
made love on a table.
Down on the carpet,
outside where the dog wept,
we ran naked in the garden,
stole kisses in the hallway.
Screwed life by its handles,
used oil, wax and candles,
found fun in the kitchen,
held hands 'neath the duvet.
Life brought us awareness,
to be like we cared less,
and sucked the marrow from life,
yes, sucked the marrow from life...!


'A'