Thursday, May 6, 2010

No time like the present

Here's an old poem. It's been reworked many times over the years. Was included in a one-off chapbook that I made for my husband a couple of years ago. 

Let's just say, a habit was broken today. No picture with this one, hahaha.


Habitual

Lunchtime. They sit across
from each other. Her mind turns
towards thought of

not lunch.

He turns pages. Another how-to
book spread open before his staid
reading glasses. If only
she could somehow
turn his thoughts;

make condensation that clings to his glass
remind him of sweat  trickling down flushed skin,

chips of ice pressed between teeth bring
to mind hardened nipples,

his grilled sandwich with cheese warm and melted
would evoke soft flesh between legs.

She turns back to her meal,
he closes his book, never knows
her thoughts.

3 comments:

jacquezyon said...

Very nice! I love the lines: "He turns pages....If only
she could somehow turn his thoughts"

Jo said...

You're melted cheese, woman??

Bahahah, cool :)

So glad your habit was broken!

Erobintica said...

Thanks Jacque!

And Jo, hahahahaha. This Monty Python sketch immediately popped into my mind.

Yeah, only took mumblemumble years.