Fuck Poetry

Today, between hanging out 
the washing and the second coffee
we fell in love all over again.
Went for a walk through the park
to a cafe where we indulged in pan-
cakes with blueberries, whipped 
cream, maple syrup and second 
coffee, of course. Then without 
saying much, we ambled back to 
our perfectly made matrimonial 
bed with fresh autumn leaf sheets.
We removed clothes, our disparate
cultures, different languages,
family backgrounds, even our 
interests and made sweet, 
syrupy love as if it was our
first, beast, best time ever. 
And it was, so far.

Allan Lake is a migrant poet from Allover, Canada who now lives in Allover, Australia. Coincidence. He has published poems in 20 countries. His latest chapbook of poems, entitled My Photos of Sicily, was published by Ginninderra Press. It contains no photos, only poems.