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State of Affairs
Just like the song
there were clouds in my coffee
I watched them change shapes
from wild hares to silly smiles
Took another sip
it was hot
it was sweet
Twirling my slippers
around my toes
cushions of ease
another indication of
the drowsiness of my current existence
I have to ask,
when did our love change?
When did it go from
wild, open orange flames
licking at our “souls”
to steadily glowing grey rocks
all snug in a dirt based pit
needing constant stirring to keep them warm
against the cooling breeze of indifference?
Last time we made love
last time we had sex
different things, these two
Our ambitious frolics
passed away without an obituary
what remains is comfortable
but not clever
In the bowels of your stomach
you feel it, too
but we say nothing
devious but not noxious
We do not mean to evade
what needs to be said
that will never be spoken aloud.
Nice of you to bring me coffee
you’re always nice to me
is nice enough, for the rest of my life?
©Susan Morgan Bosler
2009