Listening to Sirens

walked around Harrods

pretending we were rich,

making plans to buy

new

accoutrements

for our home,

“yes honey, £600 lampshade,

no problem, i’ll write

a cheque”

time elapsed,

we moved into evening,

bought take-outs

veg burgers (with salad)

chips, and chilli sauce,

i finished your chips,

pinched your jalapeños,

sat eating

on a bench,

while the whole road

before us was closed down

under power

of

police control.

we got home, exhausted,

pecked at the little tiny buttons

of the smart phone,

squinting at the small

screen.

looked at photographs,

laughed.

fell asleep

entangled

in each others

arms

listening to sirens

Reviews

[...]

. that's the best kind of sleep ...
. a fascinating piece of writing, monsieur ...

. p.s. ... i wouldn't be able to afford that lampshade ... :) ...