We run the stairs

[Queen of Rain]

instead of making love in the elevator

We find time to meet for dinner
though neither of us are hungry at all
We order todays special without asking what it is
and then down-to-earth conversations
about things we don’t really care about

Postponed coffeedates
and no time for aftersexcigarettes
but, we do love eachother

You know
I still haven’t opened the marmeladejars
you bought in Wales Twothousandtwo
and now I know its well past its best-before-date
but it doesn’t say anything in the beautiful handwritten text
so I cannot know for sure
instead I leave it in the corner cupboard

Like my underwear when we get undressed
untouched, but sometimes
acknowledged with respect and dignity
We just don’t have time for more
than the necessary

And we’re never in time
for the nine o’clock movies
there are too many numbers in our life
Some days I need to look up your phonenumber
but, its easy to find marked with a heart
and I wonder if I could paint one on your cheek
so that I could find you if we lost eachother

Because now we’re bodies
that fit eachother a bit too well
we’re bodies and I’ll-be-late messages
We used to be more but
do you remember how we found the time

I know
We should know better
Times only ticking
for us
There’s still twentyfour hours in a day
Just like when we met and I drew that heart next to your name

Can I paint one on your cheek?
Because I don’t know if I'll to find time
to search for you now
The truth is we love us
not eachother anymore

[Ramona]

We order todays special without asking what it is
I liked that lien because of its subtle imagery.

Like my underwear when we get undressed
untouched, but sometimes
acknowledged with respect and dignity
Something about the word "underwear" threw off this comparison, methinks. Though I know it'd be hard to find another word that fits better.

We just don’t have time for more
than the necessary
Ties the images from the first three stanzas in nicely.

Some days I need to look up your phonenumber
but, its easy to find marked with a heart
and I wonder if I could paint one on your cheek
so that I could find you if we lost eachother
This is just perfect. Beautiful.

Because now we’re bodies
that fit eachother a bit too well
we’re bodies and I’ll-be-late messages
Fantastic imagery.

Just like when we met and I drew that heart next to your name

Can I paint one on your cheek?
I'm not liking the "Can I paint one on your cheek?" again here.

The truth is we love us
not eachother anymore
Excellent way to end the poem.

[Queen of Rain]

thank you, since noone commented i was beginning to think you all found it useless.. ill hopefully find time to work on it some day!