The Marraige Bed.


Have you ever lain in the darkest night
in the warmth of the marraige bed,
when thoughts of your loves infidelities
come a-creeping into your head ?

Have you ever thought of a writhing love
of which you have no part,
and you scream with the visions in your minds mad eye
as your soul is ripped apart ?

Have you wathched the curve of her sacred breast
as she breathes in a sleep deep calm
and the thought of her nippled exitement
when carressed by another’s palm ?

The turning in her sensual rest
and the parting of casual thighs
and the easy act of the carnal
and your useless wondering why......
her love ever died so cold a death
‘mongst the warmth of the marraige bed
and you lie awake in the lonely night
with so many things unsaid.

Graham...2003