Not Long Left
A Parents Night Out - Poem by Not Long Left
A few miles into the journey we loosened the shackles
of parenthood. Conversation devoid of children led to
lenghy silences that highlighted the distance between
us. Slowly buidlings began to grow outwards and
upwards as we entered into the gaping mouth of the
hungry humming city. Chinese fisherman cast lines
into the dark silent Thames excited tourists took pictures
of things that city folk pay no attention too.
Families stroll down Lambeth Bridge, Mothers scold
thier own, as eager feet trail to close the the edge.
We smile but do not mention our own, we are free
tonight, free to be.
Parking down a side street we take each others hand
it feels foriegn, yet fine. After a while her feet begin
to hurt, designer straps digging into poorly designed feet.
We choose the subway, not wanting to loose our precious
time, We play first to spot the needle, piss stained walls
rainbow without coulour over crushed cans. A bony rat
darts past our feet, she shrieks and clings to my arm
I feel strong, wanted and trusted.
Leaving the subways squalor behind we walk under
bowing trees, blue lights wound round branches twinkle
at the romantics. A busker sings a soulful song, he sings
to us. we share the moment with our lips oblivious to others
as they are to us. Smoky fish finds our senses and we
follow the invisible trail.
She is so sweet when she eats, I eat her actions hungry
for every move, the home it seems stagnates the sensual
and I see her for the very first time.
We flirt a little as the wine leads us a little from reality
We talk of the first kiss, and my once poor dress sense
I remind her that it must have worked, she laughs that she
was drunk. I trace her face with the light from the table lamp
She never smiles this much at home, I fall in love again.
We laugh truthfully, the moon is full, bright and bold
Happy to watch each other we meet again.
We end with a promise to repeat, leave a lovers tip.
All is well tonight, Let it stay long into the day.
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