On Their Four Legs Poem by Robert Rorabeck

We made love
For an hour at a time:
We made love for
Two hours at a time:
We made love for
Three hours at a time
Underneath
The banderas of Mexico,
While her husband waited at home for
Her,
And her children waited at home for her:
And I rode my bicycle around
Her neighborhood
And made her promises I could not
Keep:
And it rained, and it was sunny:
And she stopped coming around,
Because she felt different because of
How I made her feel:
She was a new woman,
But she could not tell anyone:
She still lives near the dog tracks-
And they are running, and running,
And running around-
Luckily on their four legs:
And I’ll tell you that she still thinks of
Me, as long as you promise not to
Tell anyone.