No Time for Love

There is no time anymore

and there are

teenagers

on the other side

of every wall

wakeful and ranging

patrolling the house

until one, two, three

in the morning.

Evening is out,

when babies might

slumber so deeply

you could lay

a laminate floor

in the room

next door,

really hammering.

Bedtime is over,

rolling into each other

like soporific rabbits

too full of lettuce

but still capable.

Midnight is finished

(see above)

and Radio 1

plays all night

keeping the youth

permanently

up.

Chance would be

a fine thing.

The only option

i can see

is

making love

very

very

very

quietly

but

the risk of discovery

is

awful

for everyone

concerned.

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