Tonight is the night I’ve been yearning for
as you on my knee yield to my hands,
your gentle breath a perfume that teases
as I lift you to my lips,
to a tongue eager to taste;
olive bread, Italian butter,
strong Cheddar, raw red onion,
fresh, green chilli.

The perfect sandwich as I watch
The Seven Samurai on DVD,
with the cat, curled in my lap.

© Anthony Fisher April 2004