half asleep - she felt his lips between her shoulder blades -
and letting out a sigh - fixing for a morning stretch
fit for arms to wrap around and hold the pose -
counting up the daybreak minutes and grouping them
in separate sections for seductive reasoning and warm
breath on her neck shadowed in creased linen
behind laxidasical blinds over open windows -
cool air and his warm breath turning towards her breast
'you're so' he said - somewhere amidst a kiss and hummed -
he curled around the rest of the morning only to miss
the last bus back to the city so he had to call his wife
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Gangster rapper getting the mumps and writing a sonnet about it...followed by lovely Katy verse. Sigh.
a friend of mine used to say 'laxadaisical' all the time, instead of the dickensian lackadaisical... i guess this is one of those word that could have been americanised...
but the strange effect is that i now picture this friend as the male of the poem. a place i've never thought to imagine him.
hey Derek,
i actually puzzled over using laxadaisical vs lackadaisical (which is the proper sort of way of saying/spelling the word i think), but in the end i'm glad i went with the slanggier of the two because i've just affected you with my poem and that's awesome.
thanks for commenting!!
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