Retrospective

dated 09.09.07

...I Liked how you carried me to the room.

Out of your 'so not safe' livingroom,

That damn couch right next to the very acessful window

On the ground floor always gets us started...

You make a silly face and lock the door,

Behind it is the music still pumping. Loud.

We even sang along with it for the first few seconds

But now we no longer hear it..

 

We're too busy listening to your body and mine's thoughts..

As the daylight fades in the still curtains of your bedroom

 

 

(...)

Reviews

[WordMaster]

A poem that takes your thought process on
an imaginative ride. It tosses you right then left
until the finale line tells you where we've been

Well done!