SARAH GOODENOUGH
When One Loves And The Other Doesn't
by Robert Davidson
Sarah was an erotic blonde
Rather wide-eyed and very pink -
Who presented Love in its most obese aspect
As honey-coloured her hair fell liquid gold
Not the most romantic of love-nests, she thought
As she lay exposed upon the heap of hessian in the shed
Beside a pot of maidenhair and garden tools
While outside was a desperate magpie's cry
She felt the pressure of Joe’s body against her own
Her blunt fingers touching, stroking, pleasing
While he tried out her buttocks with calloused hand -
You enjoyed her like a warm bath, he thought
The strong grip of her solid thighs
He had always wanted the fast lane, she knew
Exciting embraces in corners
The moment of quick passion in the dark -
He, distrusting the snares of sentiment
Feared she was waiting to trap him with tender love-talk
Later Sarah sat with her legs apart, plumply exposed
In the shed dusted with late afternoon light
Cold eyes burn the deepest, she always thought
As she felt them penetrate
Her glitter of golden vaginal hair
Declare your secret love? Not likely!
She was biting her hand against bitter tears
Knowing it was the way life got hold of you;
Outside in the garden a thrush sang sweetly. But -
No - she knew she could never speak her silent love!
Copyright 2006 robertdavidson