Thursday:
They sit
on a single bed.
Purloined kisses.
Awkward misses
in the shadows. Chaste
fumblings,
one candle lit.
Friday:
They lie
on a single bed.
Bolder now.
A trickle of sweat from a brow
stains the pillow
in the shadows. Tentative
tumblings,
a bedsite lamp lit.
Saturday:
They rest.
They sleep all night
on the single bed.
nothing much said,
the rain falling,
thunder and its rumblings,
no lights.
Sunday:
The tiger
awakes. The lioness is stirred.
Sleep eludes them
there on a single bed.
From soft pulse to code red
passion’s stumblings,
a strobe-light blinked.
Monday:
Back to work.
The sunlight glistens
on the pavement
and ricochets off the car bumper ahead.
Sonny Rainshine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-day-affair/
