Between Decades ( Revised)
Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 8:51 pm
Tonight, as I ride your stallion-strong shoulders
in our flower edged shoe-box garden, shirtless
and sun-bronzed, smiling truth to the lens
you are downstairs arguing with the walls.
They have nothing to say about your marriage
but you pester them anyway, finger wagging
your frustration, laughing at the shapes
their shadows make. Last week whilst slumped
on the sofa as though totally de-boned
You ran beside me as I rode the "big boys" bike,
your long blonde hair caught forever in a wild
sepia flail. Every morning as you're draining
your beloved slender-neck I am
raised to the apple'd branches of a Norfolk orchid.
Your grimace shows how I have grown
and you still have strength and you still have shoulders.
Original
Tonight, as I ride your stallion-strong shoulders
in our flower edged shoe-box garden shirtless
and sun-bronzed offering cheese to the lens,
you are downstairs arguing with the walls.
They have nothing to say about your marriage
but you pester them anyway, finger wagging
your frustration, laughing at the shapes
their shadows make. Last week whilst slumped
on the sofa as though totally de-boned
You ran beside me as I rode the "big boys" bike,
your long blonde hair caught forever in a wild
sepia flail. Every morning as you're draining the
dregs of your beloved slender-neck I am
raised to the apple'd branches of a Norfolk orchid.
Your grimace shows how I have grown
and you still have strength and you still have shoulders.
in our flower edged shoe-box garden, shirtless
and sun-bronzed, smiling truth to the lens
you are downstairs arguing with the walls.
They have nothing to say about your marriage
but you pester them anyway, finger wagging
your frustration, laughing at the shapes
their shadows make. Last week whilst slumped
on the sofa as though totally de-boned
You ran beside me as I rode the "big boys" bike,
your long blonde hair caught forever in a wild
sepia flail. Every morning as you're draining
your beloved slender-neck I am
raised to the apple'd branches of a Norfolk orchid.
Your grimace shows how I have grown
and you still have strength and you still have shoulders.
Original
Tonight, as I ride your stallion-strong shoulders
in our flower edged shoe-box garden shirtless
and sun-bronzed offering cheese to the lens,
you are downstairs arguing with the walls.
They have nothing to say about your marriage
but you pester them anyway, finger wagging
your frustration, laughing at the shapes
their shadows make. Last week whilst slumped
on the sofa as though totally de-boned
You ran beside me as I rode the "big boys" bike,
your long blonde hair caught forever in a wild
sepia flail. Every morning as you're draining the
dregs of your beloved slender-neck I am
raised to the apple'd branches of a Norfolk orchid.
Your grimace shows how I have grown
and you still have strength and you still have shoulders.