Thursday 12 February 2015

.......After








The door clicked quietly closed,
footsteps diminuendo, the vague
tweak of a fob, car coughing,
descending into silence.

They had feared the easy slide of
marital to martial, the
sour smell of jealousy, cock-feathers
flying in her hen-house.

Lying there, smeared, exhausted,
she sought and caught his hand,
his kiss, his sweaty embrace and
wanted more instead.


 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

Sunday 8 February 2015

Before......









I sensed your tension,
felt it through every tendon from your
arched feet to your
knitted fingers to your
nipples, pinked, erect on
goosebumped breasts, you
startling each time a
car came up that hill,
wondering which one would
stop and disgorge the man who might
forever mar their marriage.


(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)