In IKEA, he dreams about the woman he loves

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By stevepoet

Sat, 24 Jul 2021
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I'm eating the usual Daim Bar cake,

taking note as this incredible day

continues to unfold

like a bolt of silk.

 

Kissed on the back of my neck

by the sun in all of its splendour

through plate glass, I stretch

like a black cat under

the heat. Rub my hand on it,

slow, savour my skin.

 

I look at the sky

through huge, blue windows.

 

Languid ecstasy.

 

This is how it is to hold you.

The warmth of your skin,

the brush of your hands

and your strong embrace

making my pulse tattoo.

 

Christ. The cafe at IKEA.

In this moment’s centre,

my heart is free

and the sky is clear.

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Comments

Submitted by Di_Hard on

 

 "this incredible day

continues to unfold

like a bolt of silk."

brilliant

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

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Submitted by stevepoet on

Nice one! Thanks!

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Peanut butter. Black belt? No! Black Cat! Great advertisement. Nice picture, chocolate icing or black cat? By the way what is IKEA?

Keep well! Tom Brown

 

 

Submitted by celticman on

beautiful. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Love this poem. :)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This is our Poem of the Week. Congratulations! 

 

Submitted by seannelson on

a well-earned yellow cherry. I love the optimism and clarity.

"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Month - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by bhi on

I must say that I will look at Ikea cafes in a totally different light from now on. What a wonderful love poem.

 

Submitted by MJG on

Beautiful, makes me almost want to visit Ikea!! And that place is like Hell. Loved the languid, heated description, pulse tattoo, bolt of silk. brilliant.