It'll Be Us One Day

We sit

on deep

red cushions

and share

a hookah

in an imagined future.

 

The dogs [plural]

 

you insist on having

 

tumble about

our laps

 

and I

 

excuse myself

every ten minutes

 

to brush down

trouser legs

and repress

shudders

 

because distaste

might tarnish

 

a love

already

mottled by years

 

and I

 

work hard

to avoid being

a blemish

upon your perfection

 

[don’t say

rose-tinted glasses].

 

So really

nothing has changed.

 

Fingers crossed.

 

A lie

or luck?

 

Reviews

[Kevin Andros]

Good portray. nicely written.

~KA~

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

Is that a threat?
-sorry, inside joke with my friends, and I couldn't resist. Actually, I probably could, i just chose not to...

This - whether it's what you intended or not - reminds me of my parents' relationship

well written, some great images

[Rain]

Unfortunately, excusing yourself to tidy your trousers will also be because of an enlarged prostate gland. Oh god, let me die, before this time is upon me. Rain..

[Anthony Morningstar]

I liked how this starts out with an imagained future. Like your aware of the fact that as much as a couple would like to think things sometimes things just happen.

I read the other ones that you posted. I understood them thought that they were a little short or lacking a bit of an ending or something like that to them. I guess that in most of the things that you write you end up coming up with some sort of ending. Which is funny because I usually don't care how an ending is just that maybe with your stuff you do usually bring everything around to some conclusion.

[lostintheworld]

and I
work hard
to avoid being
a blemish
upon your perfection

damn that stings.

This is a new favorite of mine...

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I love playing with dogs but run to the bathroom to wash
frequently.
We were art punks in the later 70's here in NYC,
dressed in black respect
with a White German Shepherd in the house. S**t!

When we (a couple) live together discontent
and fear of the other may grow stronger
as time passes.

Love this work.
Jack

[Bubo]

to brush down

trouser legs

and repress

shudders



because distaste

might tarnish



a love

already

mottled by years

I could only think GOD this could be me in years to come............ME!
Are we all walking around with rose tinted glasses?!
Another stunner!

[Blue Bard]

Second impression same as the first. You are a wonderful poet. I love the directness of your writing, the cut to the chase. I have been married to the same woman for twenty one years and don't you know those silent conversations that never make the vocal chords are part of it. This is a favorite for me.