by Nathaniel Charles
A Victorian Living Room
The room is
embarrassed.
For it knows
that privacy is wanted,
And so some
space is made
For the young
lovers.
First moves the
chaise long,
Creeping on four
short legs
Muffling its
ears
With its own
pincushions.
Then scuttle the
chairs,
60s in design
But not in
spirit...
For a blush is
spreading through their upholstery.
Finally the
curtains,
They slide
closed,
Drapes ruffled
suggestively
Like the fine
lace negligée
Now scattered on
the carpet,
Which cannot
move.
So it lies there,
Averting its
eyes and thinking of Queen Victoria.
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