open window
We found the open window
to escape from and it was late;
the hem of my dress caught on the little nails
around the windowsill.
Your tie was undone as we both
dropped to the ground.
We woke the birds up
and all the feathers
came loose from their places.
We ran down the drive,
our champagne glasses were spilling;
it began to rain.
It was my birthday.
pearlking Said:
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This is nice.
sbpoet Said:
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Oh, I hope it was *this* birthday!
Richard Said:
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Dang! I thought your birthday was next week! Happy Birthday Beautiful!
chiefbiscuit Said:
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Didn’t realise you still had Tiny Bubbles bubbling away. I love the poetry …