Monday, 25 April 2016

Pornflakes and Coffee

When they awoke he had gone quietly and his
wife’s shy smile answered his first kiss—
“Are we ok?”  “More than ok, ok?”
She snorted, sought his morning wood—
“Can this wait? You boys sure
stretched me last night and….”
rubbing her face “…you both left a
wonderful mess, but now I need a
shower, and coffee please mister!”

He watched her naked beauty
wobble uncertainly to the bathroom,
lay awhile amidst the
still-strong smells, images of the
night as tight a ring about his heart as
that ring he’d put on his wife’s finger and
just as snug, water running, her
happily humming, him brushing
pornflakes from the bed and making coffee.

(Image used by kind permission of to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

1 comment:

  1. Excellent piece! It definitely gets the imagination racing... ;-) ~C