Creaking Doors And Peeping Toms

 The rusty door on rusty hinges

Creaks noisily open

But no-one’s here to listen

At least, that’s what we’re hoping…

We bound up the staircase, hand-in-hand

Sometimes taking two at a time

We shouldn’t be here, you must understand -

It might even be a crime -

Till we came at last to an auspicious flight

Thus far we’ve come unthwarted

And here there’s no sound, and no-one in sight

It’s delightfully deserted…

 

You looked at me, I looked at you

Here all alone, we stand

Our hearts beating in synchrony

Like drummers in a band

I held your hand; we needn’t fear

You let out a small giggle of laughter

Said something about how we shouldn’t be here

We didn’t talk much after -

Fingers interlocked, a respite we find -

’Cause all this waiting was a torment

We’re deaf, and blind, and pay no mind

To anything but this moment…

 

Somewhere feet are hurrying

As silent as a cat’s

Somewhere feet are scurrying

Scurrying like a rat’s…

Somewhere Tom is peeping

Somewhere up the stair -

Somewhere Tom is creeping

But we don’t even care

Our faces buried in each other,

My hand nestled in your hair…

 

This world is full of sadness,

This world is full of fear

The world is full of suffering -

Everywhere, but here…

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[M.Babu]

You are the cheekiest writer alive!! How you culminated on this piece left a stupid smirk on my face, which is reminiscent of all your writing. A remarkable piece, no message with it (to me) just entertainment. This is aweing work bro. Thumbs up

[M.Babu]

You are the cheekiest writer alive!! How you culminated on this piece left a stupid smirk on my face, which is reminiscent of all your writing. A remarkable piece, no message with it (to me) just entertainment. This is aweing work bro. Thumbs up