I lay in the valley of your breasts
How sweet the scent of morning
Trying to avoid that call to work
And you evicting me from our bed
Sadly I must flee very soon
Dash off with the rising sun
For my daily commute to town
To arrive in the nick of time
Just why do we live two lives?
She opens her eyes and pleads with me
Then whispers those beguiling words
Stay home, help me with the washing
Who could deny the lure of that?
My resolve subsides, I smile at her
The only day I can’t get free, I moan
We both sigh with disappointment
The trick of happiness is to lie
Especially when the fearful threat
Of domesticity beckons you
As out I run late for the train
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"The trick of happiness is to lie"..hmm...it is..love the word play...
ReplyDeletehehehe a cool one...of domesticity... well-penned :)
ReplyDeleteTsk - so laundry is the test of true love..we like the wryness and the dash for the train!
ReplyDeleteWhen reality catches up...run for your life..nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThen whispers those beguiling words
ReplyDeleteStay home, help me with the washing
Men are often faced with dual lives.. i.e one at home and one at work.. as they must balance in order to retain happiness. Excellent write.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Emotional turmoil everywhere in this!
ReplyDeleteit's really hard to face the reality, when one is comfortable in the arms of a loved one.
ReplyDeleteHo hum. I lived like that for years - now no more.
ReplyDeleteKinda sucks that we have to work you know. There are plenty of mornings I would much rather lay in the valley of breasts than head out the door. Ha.
ReplyDeleteNow if only she hadn't mentioned the washing! (Grin.)
ReplyDeleteWow! I have watched as you have blossomed - your poems never ever disappoint!
ReplyDeleteSome choices are hard ones....but, sigh, in order to live it seems one must always end up dashing out the door!
ReplyDeleteFear of domesticity always messes with love :) superb
ReplyDeleteFear of domesticity always messes with love :) superb
ReplyDeleteFear of domesticity always messes with love :) superb
ReplyDeleteHonestly, you men! There is a price to be paid for lying in my valley, and scubbing your dirty socks and underwear is part of it!
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I see this protagonist thrives on the tension of being pulled in two directions. I suppose there is an element of anticipation in leaving the pleasure zone. But why lie about it?? Lies will eat him/her up in the end. And then, maybe she is lying too!
ReplyDeleteRunning in office wear is awesome, isn't it, Robin? Having a loved one beside you is a special day. Always
ReplyDeleteHa, I smiled at "the fearful threat of domesticity". This opens with such a warm scene, and I enjoyed the small twist as he extricates himself from its pleasures.
ReplyDeleteNice capture of a feeling common to all of us.
ReplyDeleteYea, let us lie in that valley of the shadow of breasts.
It is the right thing to do - to jump out of bed and hurry to the station. There are obligations to be met.The domesticated male perhaps falters and gets their priorities muddled!
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It is the right thing to do - to jump out of bed and hurry to the station. There are obligations to be met.The domesticated male perhaps falters and gets their priorities muddled!
ReplyDeleteHank
This poem opens on two memorable lines. I'm sure many can relate to this scenario.
ReplyDeleteUgh the call to work when one wants to linger, but not to do laundry...so off he runs to catch the train.
ReplyDeleteIt seems real life can intrude on our dream life in the arms of those we love...I enjoyed the quick getaway.
ReplyDeleteSunday Smiles. I luv it. He dashes out just in time to escape the laundry and to catch the train. Talk about great timing
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
If only we could prolong the happy moment....
ReplyDeleteWhat a typical guy. Rather do anything but housework.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the humor in this.
As Brad Paisley said "that ain't a lie, that's love."
ReplyDeleteMakes me glad that I'm retired...
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