Curtains Calling

Curtains Calling

A Poem by Neville
"

no need to be gentle .. no none at all .. but your mark or a stain would put a smile on the face of an old fool ..

"

Curtains Calling



I can almost see the ocean


from her bedroom window


the wind is blowing a gale


and the curtains are dancing ..



I am here only because


of my love for beauty


and my eyes are drawn again


to those dancing curtains ..



This morning, they appear


even more beautiful


than the lady busy showering


after last night’s exertions ..



I have another ladies number


I keep for emergencies


she is more a friend these days


and does not believe in curtains ..


 

© 2024 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
this is the last scribble in my next anthology .. and should be in print from around July or August if anyone is interested .. it is called The Making of A Broken Man .. monies raised this time will be split between brain tumour and breast cancer charities .. mental health shall have to wait a while .. I shall be away for some time from now .. but be sure, I will return any reviews etc upon my eventual return .. In the meantime, I wish you all Peace, Love and All Good Things, Neville 🤍

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This made me laugh. He's a connoisseur, truly. And if the curtains seem prettier than the lady showering, then so be it. He knows his subject LOL. Laughed loudest at the 4rth verse.

Will your book be available on Amazon? If yes, I'll look forward to it. Just let me know where I can get it.

Take care, my friend. Enjoy your break. Keep smiling.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Your love of beauty is certainly beautiful. As is your love of cheeky. Hurry back my friend.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago



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