SOUNDS OF KISSES
Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
As I lie in my bed
Hearing strange whisp'rings in my head,
Funny sounds like the smacking of lips,
Without e'er a break for quips,
From the hallway to the spare room progress
And into the living room digress.
Is it a night owl feeling fit to howl,
Or a vampire pouring blood onto a towel?
Is it Jack with tardive dyskinesia come in from the cold?
Or a dove and a partridge making ever so bold?
My mind conjures up myself as a youth
When I for Lucy did play couth;
Is it us in the hall
Just returned from the Cinderella ball?
Are we once again in fond embrace
As we our sad lives retrace?
I stumble out of bed, and pull up my breeks;
Judas wept! What is it which reeks?
But when I walk through my bedroom door,
There's nought on the floor;
Merely a couple of clucks
As down the stairwell they duck,
Ne'er to be heard anymore.