A Verse City
by Margaret O'Reagan
©Margaret O’Regan
ESCAPISM
As I sit on the lawn,
I see your sinuous form,
Sashaying – hips swaying –
While you stroll my way.
I know you don’t know me,
But a tale I’ve woven
Has me plucking your form
To inhabit my dream dorm.
To capture your essence,
And have your indoor presence,
To unveil and reveal
Your erotic appeal.
Your rippling muscles
Cause my knees to buckle,
As my eyes explore
Sexualising for more.
Your dexterous hands
Play havoc with my glands
Releasing hormonal flushes
Emitting rapid-fire gushes.
I wonder if you sense,
As you pass by my fence,
What fantasies you’ve emboldened,
What scenarios you’ve enfolded.
©Margaret O’Regan.
VIRTUAL LOVING
If I could envelop you in my arms
And wrap you tight around me.
If I could shoulder half your cares
And catch your troubles unawares.
If I could soothe your troubled brow
And clasp you to my breast.
If I could whisper in your ear
And say how dear you are to me.
If I could gaze right at you
And see the toll life’s taken.
If I could gently stroke your face
And brush your cares away.
If I could then let you relax
And lean on me and feel content.
If I could be the warmth you need
And keep you near me to relieve.
If only for COVID-19
And social distancing, you see,
We could, of course, do all of these,
But now, restricted, we must see.
On the telephone of course
Discourse too must take a place,
And written words instead of hugs
In this virtual virus world of ours.
Until this plague is gone,
We’ll nurture and care from afar,
But, rest assured, love will endure,
Post COVID that’s for sure.
©Margaret O’Regan
