Lovely, Max - so honest, and graphically there!
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
Currently home of the Tenderly series,
A serial work in progress.
> Are You Being Served?
>
> In the damp park this morning,
> people and dogs are keeping
> to the dry paths. As for me and my dogs:
> firs I bring the pup, straining
> at the leash - no off-leash time for him,
> for fear he refuses voice-control.
>
> Then the old dog, incorrigible scavenger -
> no off-leash time for her - intent
> on pulling me to the crusts and crumbs
> put out for birds by the disabled folk
> in the community cottage
> that overlooks the park.
>
> These my two jealous lovers,
> constantly aware of each other,
> often display rivalrous
> (is there such a word?) behaviours.
> (Don't you like the plural?)
> One at a time, I serve them
> with a short morning outing.
> My wife, the late-riser, may each
> an innings, later, on her bed ...
>
> Today in the damp, joggers predominate,
> most in standard daggy tracky-pants,
> great on good figures, the pits on the rest.
> Close up, the joggers' exhalations plume
> and rasp; you sense the pressure in their chests.
> What have they done to deserve such pain,
> such punishment, and self-inflicted?
>
> How glad I am, needing never again
> to push my poor body to such limits.
> My limit is reached limping out my gate.
> Nostalagic? yes, for the days when energy
> pulsed within, pounding to be let out.
> It went with other energies, now sadly faded.
> Goodbye my bodily sex-life, though it leaves
> all that sex in the wicked old head.
> Let's hope these couples, matching shapes,
> colours, hats even (beanies for the most part),
> get back home soon, not too puffed,
> strip off, step together in some good-sized
> shower box, and take it from there ...
> or so speaks the sex in my head.
> ('Back home", I say, mindful how this park
> is designated - 'for passive recreation'.)
>
> That couple, smart Asians, she especially -
> down the track she jogs, surely her cute back view
> will inspire her husband, following behind,
> to serve her erotically
> at the next opportunity -
> he's bursting into song, a grand baritone,
> warbling some warm melody
> from some obscure musical comedy.
>
> Will no on tell me what he sings?
> Perhaps of a romantic Saigon homecoming.
> He fades in the morning's gloaming.
>
> Max Richards
> Doncaster, Melbourne
>
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