Turning a Page
With each thrust
His grunts get louder
But her still form
All the stiller
Tolerating pain
Bearing defilement
The rapacious moments end
He rolls over
Exhausted and spent
No words spoken
No feelings, no emotion
She too indifferently
Adjusts her pillow
So
Maybe some respite
For some nights
Bottles her turmoil within
No use
Balancing 'virtue' and 'sin'
At the forced physical connect
All his guile
All his tact,
She’s able to see through
His ‘apparent’ love act
Her cell phone flashes
A ‘Good Night Kiss’ message
And the deathly night
Instantly looks heavenly bright
Beaming smiles replacing
Agonising forbearance
‘It had to happen
And it happens’
She ponders
Nay, whispers
Her man
Guilty of starting
Life’s new chapter
And, as for she
Well...
For all his 'obvious' rage
She’s just turned a page.
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