Jerrybaldy
08-07-2010, 05:36 PM
We awoke beneath, the mothers hug of the duvet,
my hand brushing your soft thigh
and your golden hair lounging on your pillow.
I knew I should keep my big fat mouth shut.
' We have no reason to be'
My mouth rarely listened to logic.
You blinked and your eyes crinkled
in a way that has always, always,
made me into nothing but a little boy.
' I have no reason to be, you have no reason to be.
Our love is the result of biology.
We make love, its not so special
its continuation of species.
Our marriage was the result of religious ideas.
Our love is no more or less genetic
than a peacock's display.
Love hearts, diamond anniversaries, love itself,
all but an illusion.
But unlike the rabbit from the hat,
we never believe we have been tricked.
We are as special as the bull humping the cow'.
You said ' shut the hell up'
You threw your nakedness onto me.
As you sat down upon me, your eyes crinkled,
your mouth opened and you threw your head back.
Once more we connected.
As though we were meant to be one.
But somewhere, still, in my mind,
I was just a humping bull.
my hand brushing your soft thigh
and your golden hair lounging on your pillow.
I knew I should keep my big fat mouth shut.
' We have no reason to be'
My mouth rarely listened to logic.
You blinked and your eyes crinkled
in a way that has always, always,
made me into nothing but a little boy.
' I have no reason to be, you have no reason to be.
Our love is the result of biology.
We make love, its not so special
its continuation of species.
Our marriage was the result of religious ideas.
Our love is no more or less genetic
than a peacock's display.
Love hearts, diamond anniversaries, love itself,
all but an illusion.
But unlike the rabbit from the hat,
we never believe we have been tricked.
We are as special as the bull humping the cow'.
You said ' shut the hell up'
You threw your nakedness onto me.
As you sat down upon me, your eyes crinkled,
your mouth opened and you threw your head back.
Once more we connected.
As though we were meant to be one.
But somewhere, still, in my mind,
I was just a humping bull.