Finally came out of the closet

His eyes look less haunted

I’ve known for years

Tried to ease his fears

He’s making bad choices

Speaking with a new voice

I’m hoping this is just a phase

Meeting guys down laneways

Came home with a swollen lip

Bruised from his neck to his hip

He’s so much better than that

I’d **** for him at the drop of a hat

Blossoming shrubs

enveloping pubs

not a cloud in the sky

budding am I



Malaga in September

weather I'll remember

29 degrees and counting

each day it seems to be mounting



I'm not liking the creepy crawlies

giving me the heebie jeebies

to everyone's delight

I squeal in fright



Spanish are fine

until behind them in line

no problem pushing

with choice adjectives I'm gushing



My muscles are loving the heat

I can even touch my feet

my back thinks its in heaven

my shoulder readily rev-ing



Still a week to go

my tan a no-show

this sunbathing is hard work

in the shade my husband lurks



Batteries are charging

my stomach's enlarging

relaxation is seeping into my pores

lullabies, each others snores

Prison walls are closing in

punishment too great for my supposed sin



Both of us were equal as far as I can see

but she lied about her age brazenly



Her skirt so short could have been a napkin

make-up so thick couldn't see her skin



Captivated by her scent

desire, passion, potent



I never harmed a hair on her head

just took her willingly to bed



I didn't know she was fifteen

"I'm Innocent" I keep repeating

The sound of children's laughter

leaves a warm glow, after

the tinkling of their giggle

in my walk a wiggle

life's most precious gift

always my mood lifts

Can love be measured in depth?
if fallen short has someone wept

Can it be judged by deeds?
deeper if meeting other's needs

I've never contemplated these questions before
just enjoyed the feelings of amour
I'm not one for keeping score