The car sits
Garaged, covered and protected.
Humming in happy stability,
Tuned to perfection
Lovingly caressed,
Owned and possessed
Washed, polished and waxed
Its eyes bright with
The gentle touch
It is desired
Coveted
But unable to return the sentiment
It sits,
A lump of steel, rubber and aluminum
Unknowing of its dominion
Over the man
But what of the woman inside?
Is such care engendered
Or does he hide
His feeling shuttered and closed
Seeing in his mind's eye
Only the metal,
Feeling only the smoothness of its skin
Beneath his fingertips
Does he only smell the leather and petrol fumes
Shunning the scent of womanly musk
From the car nothing is demanded
Status Quo is maintained
Whereas she?
Too much to deliver
He is a taker not a giver!
