A Sweet Backwards Melody

Sweet backwards melody

Canned thump and a question of reason

Can you tell me why you lie in my bed?

I see you rise

I see you rise

And you lay there sailing the morning light

I think of Chili, room 111

I think of love and of riding the horse of man

All to the sweet backwards melody

A canned thump and a question of reason

I feel you rise 

I feel you rise

And I lay there looking at your thick fingers

Would they leaf through Tennyson?

Or merely only buttocks, downy

I lay there thinking of what the waitress said

‘Love can happen in an instant- but never simultaneously’

She was Greek and never knew her father

Soon to move to London

The sweet backwards melody

Filling every space of my mind

With a canned thump in my groin

And a wild question of reason concerning you

One I knew would never be asked

Why do you lie in my bed?

You with thick fingers that subconsciously reach

For me, as I rise, looking at your body

While I pretend to leaf through Tennyson