What's Love Got To Do With IT?
By Silver Spun Sand
Sat, 28 Dec 2013
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We’re both lying there...afterwards.
He says to turn the heating down a notch;
he’s hot, I’m cold. The same old story.
By the way, he says, forgot to mention,
today, in the January sales at HMV,
buy one, get one half price. CDs,
of course. What else do you think?
Saved us more than fifty quid!
There’s no arguing with that kind
of logic, nor when he says, Thanks,
for being so understanding. I’ll take you
out to dinner; next week, that is...after
I’ve been paid. That new Chinese place...
if you’d like.
Kisses me – just where
it turns me on...yet, only look at him,
for goodness sake!
He’s no Brad Pitt – not if I’m totally honest,
nor is he a contender for Mr. Universe, but nothing
a year’s subscription to the gym won’t put right.
He nibbles my ear – leaps off the bed, like
a thing possessed – yells out to me
he’s running a bath, and am I coming too,
and I ask myself...what choice do I have?
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I hope you are making a book
I hope you are making a book of your poetry, Tina - this one's got to go in it.
Bee
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A book would be wonderful,
Permalink Submitted by hudsonmoon on
A book would be wonderful, Tina. I'm sure you've got enough good material to fill one. This is certainly a fine addition. Made me laugh.
Rich
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Hi Tina,
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina,
can always guarantee a good read when I tune in to your poems and this is one of them. I agree with the other comments, this one put a smile
on my face.
Jenny.
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Short, sweet and brings a
Short, sweet and brings a smile to the face. Well done.
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Who needs muscles, anyway?
Who needs muscles, anyway? Like how you keep it real, Tina. Very sweet.
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