Ian Bowen

The Great Lover* - Poem by Ian Bowen

After making love
to the theme tune
of 'When the Saints'
we took our clothes off
and slept in my single bed.
In the morning
I cleaned my vomit
from her hair
and then prepared
sliced pickle onions
and hard-boiled egg sandwiches,
together with a nice
thick cup of cocoa...

she skipped breakfast.

The way I had looked
at our one night stand
was through the eyes
of unquestioning love.

I never quite made out
what she had mumbled
as she barged me to one side,
and almost dived onto the landing,
but I did notice
her skirt tucked into
the back of her knickers
as she hobbled the landing
on just one high heeled shoe.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 15, 2010

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