Sunday, 11 March 2012

Be Enough

In the mirror she saw him wince at the
raw red welts her lover had left and
instantly twisted to kiss the
darling husband who adored her, had
fathered and cherished their children,
worked hard to provide and
made love to her with gentle passion but
couldn’t treat her like a whore, couldn’t
beat her with meaning, couldn’t
fuck her like meat, and she
clasped his sweet face to her
soft sore breasts, loving his breath but
knowing that it couldn’t—
he couldn’t—
be enough.

1 comment:

  1. I couldn't live without 'enough' but I am blessed to have found it.