Monday, 13 February 2012

Sonnet to Bohemian Masala

4 wooden posts, an 8 legged friend
Cow dung floor to keep us on Earth
Sweet insect music, an antique hearth
2 lovers crash, no dispute to amend

2 heavy bags, 1 hand to lend
4 sandy shoes, a nervous laugh
Aching muscles, sandy skin from the surf
Sun-kissed bodies, burns to attend

A knowing look, then into the den
Solitaire and a lamp-lit book
Time to unwind 2 tired minds

1 asleep, before the count of ten
1 awake, stares with loving look
Admiring the room, what a find.

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