iConceive

iConceive

she’s used a calendar
thermometer
star charts
tarot cards
calculated optimum
time of ovulation
to 11.30 tonight

he gets back from the pub
romancing a half eaten kebab
bit out of focus
tales of tall pints
fruit machine cherry pay outs
and the boys from romford
who got involved in a fight

11.26
she drags him upstairs
urban bed jacked-up
bricks one end
unbuttons
unzips
legs open wide

11.28
he’s inside her
5
4
3
2
1
11.30 he comes

11.31
rolls over
trousers round his ankles
still holding that kebab
like it has a great value

she performs a handstand
against the bedroom wall
and as an insurance policy
she wants more semen
but he’s happy to snore

she sits upside down on the settee
legs kicking air
watching telly
three men and a baby
which gives her an idea

she goes online
friends reunited myspace facebook
looking for a name from the past
to poke her
but her past is growing rounder
it’s balding and creased into
something unattractive

just as with some old countryside saying
she reassures herself (and with chocolate)
that the cock rises early
in the morning