Thursday:
They sit
on a single bed.
Purloined kisses.
Awkward misses
in the shadows. Chaste
fumblings,
one candle lit.
Friday:
They lie
on a single bed.
Bolder now.
A trickle of sweat from a brow
stains the pillow
in the shadows. Tentative
tumblings,
a bedsite lamp lit.
Saturday:
They rest.
They sleep all night
on the single bed.
nothing much said,
the rain falling,
thunder and its rumblings,
no lights.
Sunday:
The tiger
awakes. The lioness is stirred.
Sleep eludes them
there on a single bed.
From soft pulse to code red
passion’s stumblings,
a strobe-light blinked.
Monday:
Back to work.
The sunlight glistens
on the pavement
and ricochets off the car bumper ahead.
Very creative. Original in that it is a 5 not 7-day affair & in that it starts on a particular day. I rather see it with a space between each subtitle & body. Consider numbering them instead & keep the Monday.
I like this poem because it is very sheer in nature. The setting was awsome. Loved it. Thx, N.D.
It reminds me of the lyrics of a song Sonny Back to life Back to reality Back to the here and now. I liked the shyness of this affair though. Some take things far too quickly, relationships are to be savoured and nurtured, not gobbled up on sight. Smiling at you with 10 from Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing ambiance captured throughout... great write, Sonny! Brian