Sunday, 29 January 2012

Thirty-five

A little hint of fun, the soft scent of sadness, 
A little quiet, some predictable madness.
A soft and small world, a kind of open prison
A tentative optimism, a certain careful decision.

Red roses already, ensures no disappointment,
A great self-reliance, no expected appointments.
A beautiful vase, a selection of accessories,
A surprise leather notebook, no further necessities.

First words in the morning from new partner's own lips
First text in the morning, from ex-partner's fingertips.
A top on its way - a new friend's gift
Something difficult to say - a new family rift.

A late night silence, a fresh kettle boiled
A new headphone appliance, a music-lover spoiled.
A Sesame Street book- an old birthday present,
An old Barry White hook, a sad birthday lessened.

A trick of the light or a fantasy blurred?
A Mexican night, but tummyache stirred.
A few margaritas, a sleepiness found,
An old señorita, to her ,,cama" bound....

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