It Was One Of Those Days

It was one of those days when time did not happen; clocks went fast, bed unmade, papers not bought and read and breakfast remained uncooked.

Where love making gets mixed up with the animal instinct of fucking and where all good books are over 100 years old...

Where good wine is not purchased by the lonely; it was one of those days where everything is clouded, even your once faultless judgement.

Where all that we wish for is achieved but at the end if that day you will be filled with a 1000 more wishes and wake the next day with the reality that you may never achieve the new ones.

It was one of those days where all hate died and all of the mixed up bullshit that had been floating around my head became real; you were there next to me and now a struggle will ensue. The struggle for security; the catch was easy but the keep?

When will I learn to do grown up things? I am an orchestra without conductor, a park bench without its slats; I am hard but crumble like biscuits

It was one of those days when I wanted to change.

I wanted to take your hand and show you the perfect anarchy of my London; to take you to a gallery and pretend I like the bullshit in front of me; tolerating it for your sake.

It was one of those days when I woke with your naked back facing me; the part of your neck I so love exposed and your hair scattered over my pillow; the hair I pulled last night under your erotic instruction.

You who had met my lust half way and created something with me; my room that smells of sex....... so many secrets the walls would spill if they could.

It was one of those days when I wanted to just lay here spooned with you... if I could achieve anything on this day it will be to make you happy.

Flutter an eye lid and buy me cream cakes

To go under the sheets and not even come up for breath.......the taste so unique so right, never wrong.

It was one of those days when the words came like a sweet song from the past, I wrote them until my fingers bled, until my mind blew, until my groin ached.

If I had a million pounds it would be scant reward in the shadow of you; you who crept into me without me seeing it.

Stealing my heart on an A4 size piece of paper you made me fit to embrace a muse again.

You I drip for; drip, drip like a leaking tap......you do it for me every time we exchange some wasted words.

My thoughts are erotic enough to keep you interested but never quite crossing the line that you know I can.

It was one of those days that I just didn’t want to be the same old boring me anymore....

It was one of those days when I sat on the tube and didn’t give a fuck about the cunt that pushes his paper in my face and the bitch that trod on my shoe.

I woke up and toaster broke.

I was out of coffee and out of fags but I cared for none of it.

It was one of those days when I could wake up and want to do something for you....so I did....I wrote you this.....

Danski 2009 (written and owned by T A Roberts 2009)