Saturday, June 17, 2006

Clandestine meeting

Hoorah! Finals are over!
Now I can get laid
by the lover that time is;
we can sleep together;
weep together;
stumble, snore, and speak together.

12 comments:

Aurora said...

Okay, this one seriously made me laugh.:) What an original, engaging write, Russell!

Queen Neetee said...

Time. When all is in sync, the results are boundless! You've reminded us of that with your quick passionate poem.

Wonderful!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

normal life resumes, yes I feel your joy

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks a lot Aurora for this happy comment. I'm glad we shared some happy, laughing moments together. Thanks for the great words!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks QN! You caught it exactly. I love your wonderful words (and your new piece of artwork). Glad you enjoyed this!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! Yes, I know you know exactly what I mean when I talk about the end of a term! Thanks for the warm and supporting words!

Poetry by Kai said...

very romantic!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Kai!

_Soulless_ said...

Lucky "time"... Heehee. Reading this, at 5:30 in the morning, has lent me my first big grin of the day. So glad I chanced upon your site. Thank you. ^_^

Pat Paulk said...

Getting laid is a very good thing!!! Even if it is "by the hour"!! Kidding. Great write Russell!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks soulless! I'm glad you dropped by! I'm delighted to be somebody's first smile of the day and thanks for ne nice words.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! glad you got a kick out of this. I really enjoyed your new poem, BTW.