Adonis Cherub
In soft lamp on my polyester pillow
O wind blows… blood flows…
Washed laundry waits
Pensive and crumpled…
Wanted texts halt my pen in surprise
Ye charisma sings from the phone in my grasp
Stirring a pulse within my ribs,
The start of a sonnet…
O thou lively gladiator, eros sweet like pure honey
You increase my body’s hum, steady as a Haier drier.
Mulling John Keats and pondering tomorrow
Many passions brood in my mind
Tonight, they’re to you…
O while one string of thought flies out, capturing beauties
I slowly tie it all together in a bow
One to return to later...
Once morrow's luncheon’s made,
Laundry's hung up on the clothing horse...
I’ll lay snug in my sheets once more,
Bracing for a sleep so gentle.
I’ll slowly undo thou…
Click and roll the imaginary film,
Soft and gentle…
Quiet whimpers will be heard by the bedroom spiders
The house will quiver from a low magnitude quake.
iPhone 13 will make love to the wall…
Muji pen will be in its cave, the drawer…
Pheromones swimming up to the ceiling
I flick the light off, lay back and
See –
My consciousness resting in your broad chest,
Adonis Cherub
Stead-strong through Gods' weather,
While Earth spins on its axis through space.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Editing support by Rafi.
