S and M
A poem about love
Sophie chuckled in her sleep
She dreamt of walking
Wind-whipped solitary beaches
In winter morning lashing rain
Throwing balls to the waves
For pet Labradors to chase.
And once the dogs shake off the sea
And their paws are dry
There is breakfast – fried eggs and kidneys
Toast and butter, steaming coffee
Served up by a smiling husband, lover.
Martin’s arm, flat beneath her back, flopped numb
His fingers flaccid against the breast
He cupped, and nibbled
In the throes of last night’s passion.
Sophie stirred and turned.
Martin withdrew his lifeless arm,
Slithered from the bed.
Put on pants, shirt, shoes and socks
Swigged remaining vodka dregs
Pocketed unopened Durex –
Gossamer, ribbed for extra pleasure –
(Bought to show how much he cared)
And propped a note beside the clock:
“Bye, Hon, the weekend was fun… Life goes on…”
He lifted the sheet for a lingering look.
As his furtive fingers tinkered
An exultant fresh-sown child seed
Vaulted in Sophie’s secret place.
The bedroom door crept shut.
Sophie’s dream switched
To yellow sand sunrises.
A buttercup baby on her shoulders
Golden Labradors racing into waves
Splashing after tennis balls.
And, in a frilly apron,
Martin, frying kidneys,
On their sea-view cottage Aga.