Poetry Blogs (married life)
Your fingers strummed the strings of your guitar in a lazy, sleepy pattern as my consciousness began to drift
I inched as close to you as possible, molding my bones to yours as I seamlessly carved for myself a place at your side
Space was a silly idea, a concept at that moment we would never need to consider, should never consider
You played on as we laid together, my chest rising and falling a...
Monday 12th August 2019 5:24 am
Spin the washing and hang it up
Mow the lawn and rake up the grass
Put out the bin and sort out your life
Oh and get a carton of milk before you go home to the wife
You’ve got your shirt to iron before you go to work
And your shoes need buffing and the car needs filling
So you’ve got no choice but to put your life on hold
But there’s time for a pint...
Wednesday 7th March 2012 12:33 pm