After our first
kiss
we spend
the next month
in bed
leaving only to wee
or make a cup of tea
unwilling
unable
to leave the haven
of the Heaven
of each other’s
embrace
forgetting why it is that
humans wear clothes?
Existing only on endless
tin after tin after tin of assorted soups
living a life under siege
until the rations ran out.
Our bed
a raft
Love...
setting us adrift
on an endless ocean
of Time & timelessness
day & night
ceasing to exist
hours & minutes
vanishing
into an ether
of tenderness
lost
in each other’s arms
(not even returning mobile telephone calls...ever!)
Love laughing
at us floating
under an hot sun
of sex
shipwrecked us
almost delirious
(reluctant to be rescued)
carried by cuddles
& conversations
laughter & lust
trust & devotion
to the ends of the earth
the ends of
the earth
ends
of
the
earth.
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And here's Janice's take on the problem of having to go back into real life in September..... practical as always.....
I have a plan.
Why should I not lie forever
in the circle of your arms?
Leave the world’s stream?
Can’t we lie here forever?
While outside the window
the world wheels round,
daylight dawns and fades,
sunlight flashes up and dies in season,
rain falls softly or storms,
trees rock and fall in gales,
lawns are mowed
and neighbours’ children play
then leave them aging
and in fear of loneliness.
This is my plan:
(our needs are few.)
We shall condense our world
to fit this marriage bed;
lay in a store of luxuries
(they’re free) :
the touch of skin on skin;
exchanges of loving words;
laughter and stories; passion;
all heaped in easy reach.
And we shall lie in bed,
Resisting siege...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marooned castaways, our island sustains us with coconut kisses... We do not hoist a flag, nor seek escape from passing ships.