Come Nibble on My Futon

 

When we first met, I only wanted love
and did not care how it was spelled.

I let you bring your runners into bed,
for better traction,
I kissed you while your hard eyes
glittered in the moonlight.

Then we'd make love, and light our
cigarettes with just
our fingertips.
As I found out,
exactly why it's called
a "headboard".

I knew that we were equals;
because we had a chessclock by the bed.
And when you asked to have my children:
I said yes: because my ex-wife
sure doesn't want them.

But then you left:

And all because I said I'd like to
marry you...
if I could bring a date.


Elas Giordano 1995
     funnypoetry.com



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