In the inkiness of our bedroom
Our hearts and bodies meet
Our ears are half cocked
Listening for sounds of little feet
There is no audible sound
Except the rustling of the sheet
Stolen moments, we have few
Except in dead of night
Interrupted liasons by a little boy
Are our endless plight
But we checked and checked and checked tonight
And he was tucked in tight
Our rendezvous continues
At a comfortable pace
We are enjoying
Invading one another's space
When suddenly I look up
And spy a little face
He smiles and innocently asks
Why is daddy squishing you?
Thus ends our night of marital bliss
thwarted again by you-know-who
A contest entry
- the darkness... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended August 27, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Humm..yes you have stated the one aspect and that is really interesting sometimes.....I love it..and my thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece..well done...
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HAHAHA!! Oh man...this makes me REALLY glad I don't have kids. Such an interesting and cute write. Good luck in the contest.
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