Fireworks
It was an accident
really
a trick of life
with blood like nitroglycerin
I wasn't looking for a fuse
let alone a match
but there it was
lit
sizzling brightly
burning in great anticipation
getting excited
You arrived so exotic
walking in
breasts bouncing
in rhythm
like a poem
couldn't help but see
you smiled
"Would you like a cappuccino?
Or a tea?"
You sat there with your pot brewing
Russian Caravan
smiling
laughing
bubbling away like a stream
where fish swim
My fuse was burning
O
getting shorter
sparkling too tight
Where were the firemen
with a bucket of ice?
How could I be cool
with you so hot?
I closed my eyes
The fuse hit
There were fireworks
"Are you alright?
Strange one." you asked
"Will I see you tonight?"
And you were gone
as if a dream
had swum through the night
and I woke up
alone
fumbling for my sketch pad
to draw the memory
of you
Tonight?
Fireworks?
Could I stand that again?
Gripped like a pack of
tight springs
with a fuse sizzling
within
dancing
away
heart pounding
strange
I went to the mountains
to the cold
to be cool
to freeze
in the snow
the icy water
the chilling wind
but nothing would put out that fuse
and I will see you
tonight
It was an accident
really
a trick of life
with blood like nitroglycerin
I wasn't looking for a fuse
let alone a match
but there it was
lit
sizzling brightly
burning in great anticipation
getting excited
You arrived so exotic
walking in
breasts bouncing
in rhythm
like a poem
couldn't help but see
you smiled
"Would you like a cappuccino?
Or a tea?"
You sat there with your pot brewing
Russian Caravan
smiling
laughing
bubbling away like a stream
where fish swim
My fuse was burning
O
getting shorter
sparkling too tight
Where were the firemen
with a bucket of ice?
How could I be cool
with you so hot?
I closed my eyes
The fuse hit
There were fireworks
"Are you alright?
Strange one." you asked
"Will I see you tonight?"
And you were gone
as if a dream
had swum through the night
and I woke up
alone
fumbling for my sketch pad
to draw the memory
of you
Tonight?
Fireworks?
Could I stand that again?
Gripped like a pack of
tight springs
with a fuse sizzling
within
dancing
away
heart pounding
strange
I went to the mountains
to the cold
to be cool
to freeze
in the snow
the icy water
the chilling wind
but nothing would put out that fuse
and I will see you
tonight
Jaqi
Bluh
Thursday
3
January
2019
NOTE ~ A new years' poem, mayhap, with elements of life tucked in. You can call the cafe ~ Chequers ~ in Hobart, which is the one I was thinking of. Long gone now. One day I was walking along in front of the Parliament House lawns and trees, when a woman was approaching, her breasts bouncing along merrily beneath her top. Hard not to notice, that ..... them. She smiled. Happy breasts. She had a baby in a pram. Such fleeting moments happen in life, shared reflections. I woman I once knew told me of a teenager she was meeting, visiting her home, who became excited in her presence, and came in his pants. There are times when the male biology has a mind of its own. As when asleep when a wet dream rises, and explodes, like fireworks. Women have their strife, with that time of the month, and such, but males can seem to live with a wild animal, a beast with a mind of its own. How to celebrate such????? How to tame the beast ..... like a ringmaster with a whip ..... or a nurse with a spoon.
Bull elephants can find themselves in a bother .....
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