A Luncheon Gone Awry

We ponder decadence neck deep in it,
Propped up in bed, a bottle of a nice
White wine at hand. It's early afternoon.
A passion blew up over lunch, a little
Storm engulfing former lovers,
Who had met to eat, no more,
But soon were propelled toward
The bedroom, and familiar arms
And motions. Now, the storm has
Passed. The winter sun is shining
Brightly as we choose, instead
Of rising, to remain in bed undressed,
And drinking wine, exemplifying
What we've been discussing:
Decadence.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-14 at 21:47

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Touche!

Reminds me of a Kate Chopin story called "The Storm" a heady mix of passion and yearning tinged with remorse.
2022-01-15


carolo The PoetBay support member heart!
progress & decadence ?
2022-01-15