Thursday, June 25, 2009

CONUNDRUMS

And then you breathed a tiny sigh,
A crystal hung midair
Between us, facing you and I,
Reflecting silverware
Across the room, your face, and mine.
Conundrums lying bare
Upon your plate to sip with wine
And Londonderry Air.

And as I reached into your eyes,
Your thoughts, they rose to mine
On whispered waves and strove to prise,
Seduce and intertwine.
And then your button popped. It hit
Me square upon the nose.
We thought we heard conundrums split,
But t'was my pantyhose.

Oh well, that's how it ends. You reached
Your sticky hand for mine.
My hairy upperlip was bleached
So kissing turned out fine.
We played some footsie, drank more wine,
Then cleared the meal away;
And stored conundrums safe in brine
To use another day.

4 comments:

  1. Spell check that and you've got a brilliant piece of verse, right there. :)

    Crystal hung midair? No, no. More imaginative next time, please.

    Comment in an unknown lingo one more time and I shall Google up Nordic expletives and aim 'em at you.

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  2. It's brilliant!

    And 'crystal hung midair' makes a lot of sense to me, since it reflects the silverware. Dining-table imagery.

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  3. hey great, imaginations running high, I really liked it, hope to see more of this..

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