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we Picnicked in Bed
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2016 We picnicked in bed
you know we couldn't leave,
The floor was too covered
With all of our clothes.
We would slip, we would fall
And create all kinds of havoc,
If we even dared
to leave our bed.
So we stayed,
and we picnicked
On the hollow of his neck,
And the soft curve of her shoulder.
The kisses were savory
of uneaten chocolate.
We never touched nourishment,
But we picnicked indeed.
The smell of his heat,
And the perfume of her rose
Meet in a mixture
We ate with a spoon.
Are you hungry my dear,
I made you a sandwich.
But it falls uneaten
to the top of the pile
Of tossed away clothing
In mounds on the ground.
They dress each day
without leaving the bed
And undress all the day
in the mind of the other.
The only food they devour
Are the nibbles they shared
From eaches own flesh.
The hallow of his neck
The curve of her shoulder
Until one day
in the middle of the week
all that they found
Was a very large spoon
And cast away clothes
In mounds
On the ground.
