Deep Inside Every Pore
Aching, Waiting, Needing More
Bubbling Under This Outward Tranquility
My Need Of Everything You Could Give To Me

Make The Breakfast, Washing Up
Dress Them, Sandwhiches, Wish Them Luck
Off They Toddle, , Down The Path
Must Peg The Washing, Clean The Bath
Sit.
Still.
Calm
My
Mind
Yesteryear, When Your Body
And Mine
Were Heady From Lust, It’s Vintage Wine
So, Text Me Again
We’ll Chat On The Net
Stir Treasured Memories, Too Long Buried, Should Forget
Because Once I Was Wild, Once I Was Me
Before I Was Captured By This Thankless Domesticity