No Sex Ith Her. Poem by Terry Collett

No she would never agree to
Having sex it somehow seemed
Something she couldn’t have
Something in her past had damaged
That aspect of her but she didn’t mind
Being held by you or cuddled to a degree
And kissed provided no one else
Was watching and some nights in bed
As you lay next to her (when she hadn’t
Fled to another bed in another part of
The house) she’d allow you to draw her
Near to you and maybe touch certain
Parts of her anatomy but not too much
And it got frustrating for you and she’d
Say Leo I know this is hard for you but
You do love me don’t you and you’d say
Yes of course I do and lie saying I don’t
Mind a bit not having sex it means nothing
To me and she didn’t know about you and
The maid Millie up in the attic the one she
Rowed with so often when her nerves were
Bad and she had no idea how you’d creep
Along to the room and be with Millie and
Have hot sex with her and you were always
Listening out for her voice waiting for her
To fall asleep and she was often on the
Edge of sanity often nearly about to fall
Into the deep darkness of her depression
And that night you dreamt you saw her
Walk into the fast flowing river weighed
Down with stones in the pockets of her
Coat with sounds of her gargled moans.