Boycott the Ever After
the future is a check that might bounce
but this moment we’ve just moved into
still smelling of fresh paint
is already taking on a lived-in charm
we’ll go on furbishing it as we go along then
here with red paint of lips on lips
there with a mirror of eyes lost in eyes
words deep-piled and moans deep-throated
and thoughts hugging like bodies hugging like
dimmed lights hug the walls
and matching heartbeats
matchmade by a tiptoeing ballad
this moment is ready for our full occupancy
it has nothing to prove
except us
let’s stay here for a while
and boycott the ever after
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
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