My Cottage

Me, memory, reveie, and her

My little lodge, pregnant with myriad memories

Of events bygone, almost forgotten by mind

And some spaces smiling in anticipation

Of scenes yet to happen

There, in the corner, is the memory of a giggle

That even now makes my tired body feel nimble.

But unknown to the world,

Silently, secretly, my heart feels fiery

At the thought of a new force

That may touch me soon

And in turn, I shall touch her

In ways that she’d have never been touched

Right here in my svelte, yet swollen cottage.

Right now, my tiny cottage stands with aplomb

With me, my memory, my reverie

For tomorrow, we three may be four

And shall reign every corner

Of my cottage in the country.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

A nice and clever blending of home, a lesbian lover, and pregnancy. How much did I get right?