Wednesday, 4 November 2009

This is Love

Love is a fart in the sheets
That chokes your chuckles

Love is a well-timed cry
That halts your orgasm.

Love is a snore and a ceiling
And well worn lingerie.

Love is a squeaky old door
That leads to a bed or an office.

Love is a tired, dimmed wedding ring
Strangled daily by a fattening finger.

Love is a badly sang song
That sounds better than Sonatra.

Love is dentures and spectacles
That smile at tiny little feet.

Love is discouraged, fallen breasts
That guard a grey and faithful heart.

Love is many Harmattans.
Love is Rain. Love reigns.
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