All Over The Place

no curtains on the windows, only dusty, old venetian blinds that were usually kept closed

never giving his life much thought, wearing his desires close to the vest and undisclosed

he ate most of his meals over the sink

usually sleeping on the couch so he wouldn't have to make the bed

tv remote programmed with his favorite, tired, comfortable channels

toilet seat defaulting to the up position

but all that was about to change

it was high time to rearrange

time to cut to the chase

he found room in his heart with all of it's empty space

his old ways quickly disappearing without a trace

now there was a lacey thong and sheer bra along with the fragrance of love draped

all over the place

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Pete, tubba tumbling, :P
great musicianship, love the guitar.
The melody is capturing of your story,
love the poem-prose. it is something, girls and guys come to understand,
but the essence is still there :P ----great write! ---Maynard

[Dave Brown]

you have been peeking

[Pete]

me? never ... :)