Togetherness
Toasty embraces.
Marmalade kisses.
Melt me like butter.
Mark my diary,
More breakfasts with you.
Dappled afternoons.
Squabble over scrabble.
Make up words.
Sharing the lounger,
Sangria on the side.
Starry evening.
Dress up for dinner.
Help me with the bracelet.
Never make it to the car,
Bedside Champagne.
Clean crisp sheets.
Pillows plumped at night.
Heads freshly showered.
Yours in Fermat’s Last,
Mine into Philip K Dick.
Perfect together.
I sleep on my back.
You on your stomach.
Under one comforter,
Cosying up in our heads.
Marmalade kisses.
Melt me like butter.
Mark my diary,
More breakfasts with you.
Dappled afternoons.
Squabble over scrabble.
Make up words.
Sharing the lounger,
Sangria on the side.
Starry evening.
Dress up for dinner.
Help me with the bracelet.
Never make it to the car,
Bedside Champagne.
Clean crisp sheets.
Pillows plumped at night.
Heads freshly showered.
Yours in Fermat’s Last,
Mine into Philip K Dick.
Perfect together.
I sleep on my back.
You on your stomach.
Under one comforter,
Cosying up in our heads.
Labels: poetry
Selected by manisha lakhe |
15:11 |
8 Comments:
I love this poem!
What a wonderfully open expression of romantic (married?) love. The first stanza is so inviting (yet not too intimate). The use of "m"s throughout makes it very soft and Mmmm close.
Loved the line "Squabble over Scrabble Make up words." Wonderful use of "make up words" with the double entendre of making phony words in Scrabble which invites the squabble but also the make up words that put the relationship back together. Perfect.
Love the "never make it to the car" followed by "bedside Champagne." Such a lovely elegance there that is at once dressed up and special and dressed down and personal.
I don't know the references (names) but the last stanza is so nice - the up and down, under and cosying...
Great poem. Does just what it should without overdoing.
Are you giving us a voyeuristic peep ? Or is it just wish fulfillment ? I , for one, would personally not bare so much of my life nor my soul in public. But, to each their own I guess.
Wow! I really loved this! You say so much with so little :) This was my first visit here, will definitely visit more often, and maybe one day, when I deem myself ready, join!
Absolutely delicious!! The constructs of everyday
togetherness, what a lovely piece... Somehow, you
manage to cut to the heart of things, and that's how
it touches the heart.
Did someone say everyday togetherness? You wonderful hedonist! Does real life ever intrude? You can imagine how simply sensual the stringing of your words for an oft-dreamed life - it evoked envious responses.
:-)
You paint a picture of what I oft think of, but haven't the talent or ability to articulate!
Touche ..
One word, Elegant.
All other words fall short.
Monita Soni responded: i like the poem, it is easy to read and romantic but here is the other side of the coin
Being happy in wedlock
Is a nimble trick
You have to smile
Duck, maybe pout undercover
But put a dab of feigned ignorance
And carefully apply flatter dust to your
cheekbones, and let the dimples peek.
His eyes will twinkle, and the milk oh human kindness ooze
If you make karara parathas (or have a genie
who can whip up a gourmet feast while
you spray on chanel no.5)
Happily married is not a myth if
you look well turned out
but do not outshine his glory
It definitely helps to be blessed by temporary (not insanity)
bu deafness and visual incongruity,
when you see him blinking his eyes at a younger,
not necessarily beautiful specimen
The muse suggests to smile a lot,
especially at the cute bloke and his fluttering
is replaced by a stony stare, in your direction
Well it worked, so share a drink or two
and smile
You look happy, they all say
Stretching, yoga, therapuetic massages and shopping binges
are very helpful to procure that blessed state of mind
A helpful hint though, its good to never forget
the male of the species is very insecure
a trifle can thwart his style
So shower him with praises and roll up your sleeves
to conjure up a trick or two,
the secret my dears of staying married regardless your profession
is to walk the tight rope of career and homemaker
Do not lose his socks in the dryer, have a hot snack or two ready,
errands caught up and home and hearth flowing with harmony.
Oh and for God's sake do not forget to add salt.
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