The deeds of love
 

She took his heart and trashed it

On the rocks of high deceit, she

Spent the day a wifely way, she’d

Got the kids to feed. She told no

One her motives, suffice that she

Believed, the long legs in the house

Next door had flashed and he’d

Been weak.

One look and he’d been conquered,

No chance he might resist, from

Toes to ankle, calf to thigh, he

Touched, caressed,and kissed. A

Journey part completed, her

Perfume on his tongue, an almost

Silent whisper: ‘Don’t stop now ,

‘Oh, please come on’.

What is a girl to do when things go

Badly wrong like this? Well. don’t

Get mad, get even, an’ that’s exactly

What she did. A new woman in

The mirror, a dress to catch the eye,

Long legs in killer heels, a daring,

Plunging, low neckline.

Well, no, she wasn’t hungry for

Another man as such, her aim was

Far more subtle, what she wanted

Was his love. She still knew how

To get it, she’d been slow of recent

Days, too tired to pretty up, too

Tired to stay awake.

Not every act of conscience is

Uniquely cut and dried, sometimes

There are diividing lines, forgiveness,

Space and time. Not every man is

Perfect, nor every woman right, and

Life is so much richer, when you

Face your faults and fight.

And thus it came to pass that night,

In shock, surprise and awe, he saw

The girl he married surrounded

In a bar. Why had he done the

Things he did? Why had he been so

Blind? When what he sought was

Always his, and had been all the

Time.

Later in a corner, a cosy seat for

Two, their bond had not been broken,

Their love as good as new. We make

Mistakes from time to time, in fact

All humans do, the strong ones’ hold

The deeds of love, kept safe and bullet

Proof.
 

© Joseph G Dawson
21/07/2019