it is Monday now, and the migratory birds
have returned though probably still unsure about the English weather
to reclaim and redress the empty nesting box
that has lain like that for so long unused and requiring their makeover skills.
As these moments unfold I think of your first time under my sheets.
Did I, after that sweet initial encounter
almost fly in and out of the room like that nest flitting in and out bird
in a twirl of boyish newfound excitement, while you
Miss-so-easy-to-please lay there smiling but otherwise unmoved
by my OTT feelings
and I also need to ask if I have left my mark on your heart
will it stay there forever or have I overdone it and ruined my chances
by acting like a waking child on Christmas morning?
oh! I hope not!
but what I do hope for is that you will also put up with my laddish clutter
and overflowing laundry basket by not minding any of it
as well as glossing over any of my forthcoming faults
Oh! please say you will! please say you will!
yes please say you'll suddenly become blind and deaf when I need you to-
-just for me...........darling
you WILL! aww geee thanks!
now get your legs open again you dirty bitch!