Living Room Adultery
© Nicholas Vosper 2002
Published Work -
The Writer's Hood - March 2003
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The chair arm bears the weight of a neglected love.
She broods at my side, sorely wounded by my infidelities,
whilst the scars of my indiscretions crease across her brow.
Momentary couplings are the consequence of guilt,
for her presence pricks my conscience, shaming me
into uneasy embraces and distracted interaction.
Yet my attentiveness is a merely temporary thing
and her endeavours to keep me engrossed prove futile,
against the seductive allure of my mistress.
For she holds sway, her extravagancies enthral
and imprison all thought like a fairground hypnotist.
I know she is not good for me, but I cannot refuse.
Her endless chit chatter is meaningless and banal,
but she bewitches my senses and manacles my resolve
with such glorious imagery and gratifying titbits.
Sluttish to the extreme, she caters to my every whim
for when I grow disenchanted I simply reach for the remote,
while my paperback slides unnoticed between the cushions
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