When we made love on
the kitchen counter
the surface was wet
and you were giggling
the cat looked askance
at such goings-on
the TV announced a prize
no one would win
the carpet groaned
with memory of the time we
made love there
– it mused in melancholy,
“Is this what civilization has come to?”
brooms rustled in the broom closet,
concealing their phallic thrust
birds twittered on limbs outside our window,
saying,”it’s a fine day to
be in love.”
but you and I know
every day is a fine day
every moment not loving
is a moment wasted
the rhythm of the Universe is everything
making love to each other,
clasping, pumping,
up and down, back and forth,
around and around
the sun has its way with the
deep blue sky
plants spread themselves
with inviting smiles
and even when we just walk about,
doing all the everyday things
we usually do
we look at each other with complicitous smiles,
knowing deep inside we’re
always intertwined, panting, carrying on
it’s awful
it’s messy
it’s dirty, dirty, dirty!
we’ll never be free
’cause we don’t wanna
it’s too damn
fun….
Hilarious.
Happy New Year.
i can relate hehe