Aubade/Love song in the morning after sex

Honey, could you feed the cats after breakfast
and take the trash out?

The sky has opened up again
and the world outside is lost in haze.

It’s Monday again;
I need to check my mails,
update my LinkedIn profile
and check on J for a courtesy call.

But I think I will skip the visit;
his humour is obnoxious
and I don’t have time for frivolities.

Honey, could you take the dog out for a walk
when it stops raining?

You can heat the leftover chicken in the microwave,
put on jazz to lift your spirits,
and pour yourself some red wine—

Also, don’t forget to call your mom
and remind her to take her pills before dinner.

And while we are at it,
could you please pay the electricity bill?

We’re almost past the due date now!
I need to schedule another doctor’s appointment
and collect my test reports,
the diagnostic centre had called—

my 5 pm meeting is cancelled;
I will pick up Domino’s on my way back from work.

In the evening,
let’s watch that pointless Netflix comedy
whose name I cannot remember now.

We will snuggle on the sofa
with coffee and blankets,
look deep into each other’s eyes
and let the laughter engulf our souls.

And if the moment turns to magic
we may even make love and
fall asleep in each other’s arms.

But now that we talk of making love,
I can hear the children crying,
making a wild ruckus upstairs.

Honey, could you put on your dress quickly
and turn on the light?

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