Tolerance
Curtains pulled and lights off
Were in bed, pen and I
Making love.
On the wall came Orwell
Kipling
Great War
“Have no shame? ”
I questioned.
“It’s our time and secret.”
Each one talked.
Orwell said: “Look at walls.”
Kipling: “Only us…we are right.”
Pen warned me:
“Let’s forget the White House.”
I shouted: “Not at all! ”
Love-making had stopped
Intervened cameras on the walls
Parliaments and senates, Kremlin to MOSAD.
I went on, my voice high:
“You and I are married,
Children are free, from faith to police, even God.”
Pen softened: “And sky and the seas and clouds? ”
Lips on lips, a long kiss, I replied:
“And trees, blossoms, the desert to green
Everything that goes on, human, animals.”
Back in bed with motions
I under, she on top
Or reverse, we made love.
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