Sunday, 6 May 2012

Waiting Mrs. Loverman

Mr. Loverman is coming home
My Sunshine’s coming to me
With his shiny gold tooth
and dirty, faded blue jeans.

Mr. Loverman’s lover waits.
I wait with the patience
of a hungry child
for a warm long night
in his strong black arms.

My Lover is coming to me.

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