IMPULSE

Tattered remnant of decorative splurge
plastic apron clung to the shower curtain,
testament to bathroom passion,
as sweaty bodies
smeared with peridot
strove for breath
on the tiled floor.

Her eyes quartered
the small space,
noting the throe-strewn tin and tray
cowering in opposite corners:
paint-trail indicating
that the brush was in the toilet.

In retrospect, she commented inwardly –
while revelling in the afterglow –
it might have been more productive
to tackle the ceiling clothed.