The Beanbag

You chose the beanbag,
The comforting sink
Of contentment
And hush,

Just the odd crunch
Of shifting beans,
And the sigh of your mind
As it wanders
And settles

On a memory,

The white wine
In his garden,
The warmth
Of his arms,
And the trip
Of his lips,

Drips of sweet honey.

Your brain plays tricks,

There’s a hunk of bread
In your hands,
A dullard by your side,
And the sweet British quiver
Of a hidden mistake,

Lost in the floorboards,

Whispering
As you shift,

Dreaming
Out of time.

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2 Responses to “The Beanbag”

  1. midnighthalo Says:

    Great one. I’m starting a poetry blog myself but i’m still a lost about the technical aspect of wordpress. I’ll be reading more. Kudos!

  2. midnighthalo Says:

    http://wp.me/VqQi – a link to my blog. Thank you.

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