5.Acrylic Afternoons
I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream about a small child
in
dungarees who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro.
Then
my face cracked open and you were there, you were there dressed
in
green, saying something obscene. But that's why I came here in
the
first place, Oh well that and the tea. Can I stay here lying
under the
table together with you now？ Can I hold you？ Forever in acrylic
afternoons I want to hold you tight whilst children play outside
and wait
for their mothers to finish with lovers and call them inside for
their tea.
Cushions and TV and the table set for tea. One for you, one for
me.
Come and lie down on the settee in that green jumper, you can
have
anything you want and the clock is saying it's half past four
but you
know I want to stay a little more. Can I stay here lying under
the
table...etc. On a pink quilted eiderdown, I want to pull your
knickers
down. Net curtains blow slightly in the breeze. Lemonade light
filtering
thru the trees. It's so soft and it's warm. Just another cup of
tea please
(one lump thanks). Can I stay here lying under the table...etc.
Oh Kevin,
Shane, Julie, Diane, Wayne, Frank, Heather, Rachel, Chelsea,
Leanne,
come home. It's time for your tea.
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