bona fide

this may be the life.

i was out late at the bar downtown

getting drunk

among other things,

many other things.

when i came home

i saw the place had been cleaned:

all the papers on the floor

had been thrown away or organized

the stains on the carpet

had been cleaned

my mutt

had been fed.

it was all sterile,

the way museums are.

i went to the bedroom

to see my lady

laying glamorously in bed

naked

with a glass of wine

between her legs.

“the wine's for you,

if you can drink it without spilling,”

she said.

i obliged.

the wine was sipped.

love was made.

afterwards, i asked my woman

if she had cleaned the house while i was away.

“of course,” she said, and kissed me.

we talked for a while

and drifted off to sleep.

she went first.

i think i dreamed of perfect times,

perfect anywheres.

i opened my eyes the next morning

and i was still dreaming.

Author's Note

I don't write a lot of happy, peaceful poems, but here you go.

Reviews

[Juliet]

It's definitely a different mood from what I'm used to reading from you, but I like it. The last lines were a perfect ending.

"i opened my eyes the next morning
and i was still dreaming."

I understand that feeling completely. Great job. ^_^

[Kenneth The Poet]

Happiness is a good thing once in a while.