shears are in the shed

as i stare

at her sexy dress,

the dressed she slipped

out of late

last night,

a ball

of bright

red satin fabric

puddled on the bedroom

floor,

i reach over

to touch her shoulder,

but she isn't

there.

i hear the lawn mower

going in the front

yard

and peek out the window.

she's in my robe

and slippers

mowing the lawn.

i smell coffee brewing

in the air.

scrambled eggs

and toast.

i think i'm falling in love.

don't forget

to trim

the bushes, i yell out

the window.

blowing her a kiss.

shears are in the shed.