Lien

So damn me if I say I am the proud owner of a new 

pair of pyjamas made in Bangladesh; it is 8 pm and 

I’ve been wearing ‘em since my life’s love got back 

from shopping. And this isn’t ingratitude, they’re as 

classy a pair of jamas you find anywhere exclusive, 

perhaps a mite long in the leg, but that’s explicable 

as my legs are short. So there we were - both able 

to disport a hint of gratitude without obligatory lien, 

Gladness either of us is able to appreciate, making 

it seem like a Hall of Pleasure - and then - I start to 

think on it; there is this expectation of a return trip - 

while all the paraphernalia we’ve already gathered 

meets immediate needs an invasion of fresh ideas 

has seeded Her Eminence’s opus equilibrium 

We’ll be unbalanced until she shops there again 

© 3 April 2016, I. D. Carswell