We went for a meal at a bistro,
one of those which have candlelight on each table,
a silly argument had kept us apart for eight long days,
sleepless nights asking what it were all about?

Side by side and I sensed the softness of her left thigh.
Wine she drank and got starry eyed
(me, and old drunk can only drink water these days)
and knew I was in for a busy night.

Coming home we didn’t make it into the bedroom,
the carpet in the living room bore the brunt of our heroic struggle.
Back hurts today, knees a bit sore,
yet I run upstairs taking two steps at a time.