Honeymoon

Late evening sunshine

reflects on the glass tray;

 

the breeze, blowing off the beach

brings flowers through the window;

 

tidied hands leave the pitcher

at the shelf beside the bed;

 

alcohol on the rise

brings dinner visions;

 

how many meals shared

by barebacks under the clouded ceiling;

 

the immaculate white sheets

are the only virgin here.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!