Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #226
I Ate An Apricot
by Belinda Roddie
I ate an apricot and fell asleep
on the couch in the living room, and she
found me snoring and drooling. She said, "Keep
at it, and you'll be your own symphony
and serenade the neighborhood." I laughed
in my drowsy stupor and let her pull
me off the sofa as if from a raft
against the shore. She served me something cold
to drink and something hot to eat. I shared
another apricot with her, the sweet
flavor giving me energy when paired
with wine from the refrigerator. Heat
radiated off her face, and I knew
she had planned out this little rendezvous.
by Belinda Roddie
I ate an apricot and fell asleep
on the couch in the living room, and she
found me snoring and drooling. She said, "Keep
at it, and you'll be your own symphony
and serenade the neighborhood." I laughed
in my drowsy stupor and let her pull
me off the sofa as if from a raft
against the shore. She served me something cold
to drink and something hot to eat. I shared
another apricot with her, the sweet
flavor giving me energy when paired
with wine from the refrigerator. Heat
radiated off her face, and I knew
she had planned out this little rendezvous.
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