I iron <br />our sheets <br /> <br />so painstakingly perfect <br />it gets on your nerves. <br /> <br />Recite some <br />Chinese poetry <br />whilst I’m at it. <br /> <br />Something about sleeping so <br />intently <br /> <br />it’s like being <br />ironed to the sheet. <br /> <br />“That’s a great line! ” <br />you beam. <br /> <br />I prepare our bed <br /> <br />which now appears <br />to be <br /> <br />a blue silky pool <br /> <br />startled with red rose <br />petals <br /> <br />floating on <br />its surface. <br /> <br />I iron a brace <br />of pillow case <br /> <br />ask you <br />would you like to <br /> <br />share pillow & sheets <br />with me. <br /> <br />You kiss me <br />on the nose. <br /> <br />“I love this <br />Chinese stuff! ” <br /> <br />“It’s so...sensual! ” <br /> <br />“But I should warn you...! ” <br />you warn me <br /> <br />“...there will be <br />very little sleep <br />tonight <br />...alright? ! ” <br /> <br />“Aiya! ” <br />(“Oh, my! ”) <br /> <br />“Ai! ” <br /> “Ai! ” <br />“ Ai! ” <br /> (“Love! Love! Love! ”) <br /> <br />I chant <br /> <br />relishing the promise <br />of her <br /> <br />threat. <br /> <br />“Bici bici! ” <br />(“Same to you! ”) <br /> <br />“Bu Kèqì! ” <br />(“Don’t mention it! ”)<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bici-bici-same-to-you/
