MADGE & MOTHER.

A WOMAN AND THE MAN SHE LOVES AND HER MOTHER.

Madge would never have
Thought about him being
There after dark or him
Making love to her in such

A fashion her mother had
Been such a one for the
Men always bringing them
Home like a cat with mice

Not all of them were nice
And the occasional time
They’d try to get her into
The bed especially if her

Mother was asleep too
Drunk or drugged to know
What the heck and her
Father had skipped town

When she was six and had
Shacked up with some
W***e in Los Angeles but
Now this man has taken a

Fancy to her has said he is
In love with her and how
Many times she’d heard
That in the many years since

The first had spoken such
And him wanting to make
Love to her and so gently too
And for the first time ever

She begins to trust and feel
Deeply the love he shows
And as she lies there in the
Big bed with her head on

His naked arm and his after
Shave soaking into her and
His breathing soft and human
And warm and as she looks

Out of the window she sees
The moon and stars and then
Remembers her mother staring
Out of a window years before

Smoking a cigarette full of sick
Sadness and regret and the man
Beside her now turns and cuddles
Her and kisses her nose and brow.