Poem 30 of 230: WAX - BETWEEN COTTON AND LEATHER
Alone, midnight, in a Filipino room,
With our wedding plans into action,
We turned out bulb-light for a candle’s bloom,
And made love unto sleep’s satisfaction.
Preludes were dates, after kin-helped touch by pen
And warm meetings with other family;
Choice was between twenty-years of children,
Or travel and childless-monogamy.
Sureness of permanency allowed it wet
(Raincoats shelved for others perhaps less-told),
And a bellybutton’s brim being met
Was sticky proof of pleasure birth-controlled.
Symbolic of us (and a decade untamed),
We to dark awoke - sure the candle had waned.
(C) David Franks 2003
Alone, midnight, in a Filipino room,
With our wedding plans into action,
We turned out bulb-light for a candle’s bloom,
And made love unto sleep’s satisfaction.
Preludes were dates, after kin-helped touch by pen
And warm meetings with other family;
Choice was between twenty-years of children,
Or travel and childless-monogamy.
Sureness of permanency allowed it wet
(Raincoats shelved for others perhaps less-told),
And a bellybutton’s brim being met
Was sticky proof of pleasure birth-controlled.
Symbolic of us (and a decade untamed),
We to dark awoke - sure the candle had waned.
(C) David Franks 2003
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| Baguio, Philippines; 29/11/2015 |
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| Digital (folk) art, painted by me on 5/7/21 |
