Thursday, 25 October 2012
Sex and the married woman
My life goes whooshing by and I am left, confused and breathless, in it's wake.
My responsibilities, and yours, dance in the graveyard where my dreams sleep.
The baby needs supper,
The printer is broken,
The gardener asks for a short-term loan.
Meetings and greetings,
Clients and aphids,
Phone calls from the boss while the sausages sizzle.
Homework and housework,
There's a police car in a driveway three houses away.
My parents are aging,
The dogs need de-worming,
And I forgot the bill, so my Internet's down.
"Red lingerie is the thing!"
While a colleague, respectfully, addresses my breasts.
Keeping my temper,
Holding my tongue,
Making sure everyone still gets along.
Getting things done,
Going to gym if I find the time
Sex? And the married woman?
-- By Penny van der Lith