love

Picture the scene

Spring petals ride the warm breeze onto my window sill.

Last nights rain drips down from the gutter.

Bed hair, without a care, woken up by the sun peaking through my curtains.

Whilst the coffee grinds,

You wake up.

We make love.

Engage in small talk.

It’s summer now

Our naked bodies are entangled

Before the Fall

Licentious heaven, unadulterated fun without any shame.

My body’s a furnace, the heat too hot for you to bare thus,

You wake up.

We make love.

Engage in small talk.

Autumn seems to be all doom and gloom.

Maroon leaves contrast the pale blue sky

The breeze has a frosty bite now.

You better wrap up tight now.

Perhaps it’s the lack of sun making us so irate

The shorter days seem to keep us wide awake – with nothing else to do

We make love.

Engage in small talk.

Now it’s winter.

The cold seeps through the walls sending shivers and dampening our spirits.

Though you’ve grown tired of my symmetry

You cling on, leeching off my warmth.

With your raspy breath I can’t tell whether you’re awake or asleep.

Even though the nights are long, we were never aroused.

You wake up.

We break up.