Thursday: <br />They sit <br />on a single bed. <br />Purloined kisses. <br />Awkward misses <br />in the shadows. Chaste <br />fumblings, <br />one candle lit. <br /> <br />Friday: <br />They lie <br />on a single bed. <br />Bolder now. <br />A trickle of sweat from a brow <br />stains the pillow <br />in the shadows. Tentative <br />tumblings, <br />a bedsite lamp lit. <br /> <br />Saturday: <br />They rest. <br />They sleep all night <br />on the single bed. <br />nothing much said, <br />the rain falling, <br />thunder and its rumblings, <br />no lights. <br /> <br />Sunday: <br />The tiger <br />awakes. The lioness is stirred. <br />Sleep eludes them <br />there on a single bed. <br />From soft pulse to code red <br />passion’s stumblings, <br />a strobe-light blinked. <br /> <br />Monday: <br />Back to work. <br />The sunlight glistens <br />on the pavement <br />and ricochets off the car bumper ahead.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/five-day-affair/
