A Meeting Of Friends

And we sat like cackling hens;

Busy at our gossip…

Enjoying some weed.

Neil and Darling, of course, were there,

Combating for affection.

We played the new song once more;

It’s sounding better every time.

I’ve got to dust this room:

“Neil and Darling, stop the fuss!”

Longing for affection;

Vying, conspying, combating.

I join the fun:

Running down the hall with the retrieved dictionary,

To check a word in this writing;

I don’t remember when it mattered.

Once more…

I think it’s love.

HA - HA!

Bedroom lights and ceilings;

I loved the Persian rug.

But not the cat.

That fat faced grey fuzzy thing kept making me sneeze.

But that was only one.

Remember Michael’s motorcycle?

Big beastly oily thing,

Gleaming in the sunlight.

He let me ride it once.

No, heck no, I wasn’t scared;

(though my stomach did turn over.)

Flying through the air, my heart sailed…

Dancing on the wind;

On Mike’s bike.

And then he let me ride on the back,

While he drove…

Snuggling my soft check against his muscled back.

My arms embracing his waist.

Floating in my heaven.

On Michael’s motorcycle.

Well, I’m glad you stopped by, anyway,

Maybe next time you can stay abit more;

Be careful going home, now.

Say hello to Tom.

                                                               Photography:  "MacArthur Park" - Rahbi

 

                                                          

                                                                                                         

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  GraGraphic Art:  "Kingsley Drive" (Blue) - Rahbi 

Soundtrack:  "Americana" - Rahbi

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