light fabric
airy flow
supporting
just a little
too low
encouraging
staring looks
peeking into
all the hidden
nooks
low set pants
revealing
the crack
at the front
potato sack
confidence
oozing from
every cavity
definition of
gravity
MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Fitting In’
fitting into shrinking pants
fitting into society
no longer fit for purpose
pear shaped statue
the fallen hero
off the pedestal
misery laying
across the footpath
irritating passers by
the missing piece
of the life’s puzzle
to be discovered
desperation
labeled
home made
MORNING POETRY – ‘The Curry’
table set for two
satin tablecloth
polished glasses
bubbling curry
on the stove
fragrant spices
candlelight
filled the room
casting shadows
the flame flickered
sudden darkness
anticipation
no visual stimuli
only the tongue
for discernment
the dish arrived
the smell the taste
delicate combo
flavorsome
satisfying
filling
then the dessert
and drinks
served in the dark
all polished off
happy belly
questions arose
ingrediencies
revealed
in the light
only then came
the reaction
a frog allergy
MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Date’
first encounter
succinct introduction
promise of more
all arranged
high hopes
will this be the one
at the table now
one talking
the other nodding
until the topic
of procreation
suddenly a pause
a blush of uncertainty
human kids will not be
on the agenda
no rejection
no prejudice
relief and ease
childfree for life
made by choice
not by circumstance
date that turned into
lifelong companionship
unencumbered
