Bohemian Principle

A lovers’ nighttime pillow talk

is a Victorian mirror; whereas,

small-town, daytime gossip

is like dozens of mirrored smoke.

Thus, when we love under covers,

do we not see eye to eye?

In essence:  if you say truth

I shall be true; if you lie,

as well shall I.

Like if you go left

shall I follow?, and when you glance right

shall I borrow my neighbor’s

looking glass to gaze upon midnight

reflections of mutual caressings

and august blessings

and bodacious confessions

of lust?

Or shall I lay back and trust

the second-hand-hand-me-down buzz?;

the idle chit-chat

of my folks playing the dozens,

alluding to this-and-that,

be-bopping like Ol’ Satchmo singing in scat-

formation, while simultaneously

choking on laughter…  Oh, the sweetness:

noontime laughter, fragrant

like fresh oak in an old-timey wood stove

(the season being winter-close.)

Shall I lay back and trust

the Bohemian principle?

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke