Upon A Midnight Calling
Fresh from the garden
or maybe not so very fresh at all
Having spent the morning
cutting grass
But then my petit fleur
you know exactly what I mean
Not surprisingly the
chlorophyll and the
leaf mould
clung about his leather boots
and as always
he got those clippings everywhere
In his shirt and in his hair
and neither
the kitchen or the hall were spared
From the hallway tho
she would watch his
work in progress
Then his eventual undress
Until with shirt undone
and shower run
She wanted him
to take her from behind
And so it came to pass
and duly done
though before departing
He made sure to leave
a handprint green
upon her belly taut and flat
So she would always know
just where he’d been
upon a midnight calling…