Humor · Cross Every Bridge
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Two lovers hear "I sense an empty lonely hammock somewhere!" and dash like crazy for the door, crashing together in the doorframe with hands, shoulders, hips, and laughter. The scene unfolds in vivid physical comedy: a barrel roll, a PLOP on the ground, faces inches apart.
Positive Love Poetry doesn't need solemnity to be sincere. The winner's strategy? "Got you right where I want you." Then they gasp, and kiss. Concrete, playful, and full of enduring affection.
“I sense an empty lonely
hammock somewhere!”
We both dash like crazy
towards the door
to the outside deck,
and slam stop in a brief flurry of
hands, shoulders, hips
and laughter in the doorframe,
as we crash together.
I get there first and gracefully,
I might add, roll
weightless into the hammock,
and set it in motion.
You get there right after me
and pile on. It flips
around in a barrel roll,
and drops both of us
PLOP on the ground.
I lie there looking up at you,
our faces inches apart,
blowing air, vaporized spit
and exhale at each other.
I groan with your
body weight on my chest.
"I guess you won," you concede.
"I know. See how I played that?!"
"How so?"
"Got you right where I want you."
We gasp, and kiss; and pant.