Amber rays of gold flood the room <br />Engulfing the atmosphere thick with sweat <br />Sweat from tireless sweeping with a broom <br />Consequence from a reckless bet <br /> <br />Along with the broom came a mop stick <br />To polish the marble floor upstairs <br />An orange shammy completes the hat trick <br />For the debt you incurred square and fair <br /> <br />And for what endeavor did you risk all this <br />For manual labor is not your best friend <br />You might wish to say before it is missed <br />Engulfed by this poem’s monotone trend <br /> <br />A simple task someone had to perform <br />One that took all night to haggle and negotiate <br />A peck, a sweet kiss on your lips so worn <br />From whispering “our love is willed by fate”<br /><br />Warren Augustus de Guzman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rapture-4/
