Sensitivity
How civilised we are:
a walk in the woods,
me in my flannel shirt and dungarees,
you in your ankle-length blue chintz dress
holding hands, no funny business,
a picnic on a chequered rug and a night at the opera:
all good, wholesome entertainment.
Returning home, however, we are shocked to discover
your ipod and my phone, which we had left,
accidentally on top of each other on your kitchen table,
their touch-sensitive screens as close as a kiss,
have been making wild electric love all afternoon…
