stumbling towards desire

a poem about desire, betrayal and pizza

I stumble pajamaed, half asleep toward the object of my desire.

in memory, it calls to me, of passionate pleasures experienced prior.

The morning's night is the consummate time for secret rondeaus discrete.

With ninjaly sneak I arrive at the door - my illicit joy within reach.

But to my horror I find the pizza gone - again, my trust is breached!

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Devansh Shekhar Shukla]

In this aspect, seems like we don't differ much from each other 😄😋

[anais.vionet]

Who doesn't love pizza, right?? =]

[Devansh Shekhar Shukla]

Yes, many of us do :-)