Sublime Stories

Sunshine backlights the golden bedroom curtains Somewhere children yell and scream, Standard Sunday morning Sleep sanded eyes gaze pettily Upwards, aggravation in mind as Semi erection flops on his thigh, Uselessly reminding Of last evening’s plaintive ‘Too tired.’ Rejected, on Saturday’s traditional Love-night, was untenable. But now, Did the mattress just dip? Unexpected fingers stroke So gentle, her gossamer touch Like...