A Dusty Answer

by Auriol Reddaway

We lolled in the long grass
Under the plum tree.
Bloated with love.
When
Cupid shoved him to his knees
Hijacked his tongue
And
Like a stolen bag of flour
Spilt its contents.
A scribble of spittle
Danced at the corner of his lips.
A giggle
Hereditary in its pitch,
Scrambled from my mouth,
Choking me.
Chores slipped into my mind,
And errands.
So as my Romeo knelt
In the long grass
I gave him
My dusty answer.