Musings by The Poet Loriet
Agree Couch
I had the strangest dream
that you and I
went couch-shopping,
various couches lined up
on the shores
of a seafoam green ocean.
The sky shone an intense
cerulean blue,
while the clouds
reflected both blues and greens,
a peace-inducing
kaleidoscope.
We wove amongst
retro aqua, periwinkle,
and kiwi lime swirls,
wrinkling our noses.
We got the giggles,
collapsing upon the
I-say-taupe,
you-say-green,
couch that was isolated
in a scenic inlet.
On a long, sandy stretch,
we contemplated a contemporary
kelly green, navy blue plaid
as we rested together,
catching our breath.
You wanted
an olive green tweed,
while I fell in love with
sapphire blue leather.
Then,
together,
we saw it...
~THE COUCH~
sunbeams dancing amongst
soft celadon greens
and meditative
baby blues.
We sank into plush fabric,
and shared a smile
that could melt
any couch frame.
Arm in arm,
we called
for the salesman,
because when
you find an
agree couch...
Priceless.
Lori Beal
that you and I
went couch-shopping,
various couches lined up
on the shores
of a seafoam green ocean.
The sky shone an intense
cerulean blue,
while the clouds
reflected both blues and greens,
a peace-inducing
kaleidoscope.
We wove amongst
retro aqua, periwinkle,
and kiwi lime swirls,
wrinkling our noses.
We got the giggles,
collapsing upon the
I-say-taupe,
you-say-green,
couch that was isolated
in a scenic inlet.
On a long, sandy stretch,
we contemplated a contemporary
kelly green, navy blue plaid
as we rested together,
catching our breath.
You wanted
an olive green tweed,
while I fell in love with
sapphire blue leather.
Then,
together,
we saw it...
~THE COUCH~
sunbeams dancing amongst
soft celadon greens
and meditative
baby blues.
We sank into plush fabric,
and shared a smile
that could melt
any couch frame.
Arm in arm,
we called
for the salesman,
because when
you find an
agree couch...
Priceless.
Lori Beal
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