The Carrousel Of Sex Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Carrousel of sex

My sister held a party she lived across the road from us
my wife wouldn't go she was not on speaking terms with
my sister as they often did.
There were many women there, and one was especially and
charming laughed at my feeble jokes and when it got late
I agreed to follow her home as it was dark and autumnally
we had sex on a park bench, but it struck me as sordid and
I pulled away said sorry and walked home.
I was riven by guilt and also anger this was a trap I a man
had walked headless into I cursed my stupidity.
back home my wife was fast asleep she had been a the gin
we had breakfast at ten, it was a Sunday, and I was quite said
I was still tired and waited for her to berate me, she didn`t.
In the affairs of the heart, it is better to tell an untruth
because women will only believe what they have decided
to be the verity
Years later after we divorced- for another reason- she said
me she had been sleeping with the man who collected rubbish
every week and I thought of the woman in the park and my
sister who had a reason for disliking my wife