FARCE

Farce

In the wrong room
stubbing my tender toes
on unfamiliar objects.

And naked!
The drawers and wardrobe
containing no clothes.

So I'm stuck,
searching for a light
and hearing voices.

In another room,
my room!
a relationship is already under way.
I shudder at my lover's obvious mistake.

A soft voice calls in the dark
'Is that you?'

So this is seduction.
I enter.

Poem copyright Bernard Young