THEOPHILIA AND THEOPHOBIA
Their eyes met across the floor of the furniture store
In among the bedding and velour, she said,
I know the quest of yours is my chest of drawers,
But until I’ve seen inside your wardrobe, I won’t know what you’re like
So, take me there.
He offered her a whiskey and sofa and at first, she demurely reclined
He offered her all manner of favours and she savoured the flavours.
All was suite in the wardrobe department, a neater rail you’ll never find
And he offers her the use of his tall-boy, and draws, ever closer, the sofa.
Chez Theo’s chaise longue and all his soft furnishings were of the highest repair
And Annie was sure there would be no magnolia tones in this grand affair
Only the red, blue and green of his primary colour scheme.
Now I can’t get you out of my bed, and I can’t get you out of my chair
So, it didn’t take long for her head, bored, to turn
Now her heart rules her head, led instead, by an overwhelming motive to share
In the company secrets that Theo yearns to learn
And the foot-rest is, as they say, history.