Louise Marie DelSanto
The Women Who Steal Married Men - Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto
The women who steal married men are all named Diane
or Kathy. They wake up in the night in Baby Dolls,
sexy and steamy beneath acetate sheets,
thinking of hot tubs.
It is always smoky where they work.
Under cashmere sweaters, their nipples
appear erect. They wear tight jeans because
vaginitis doesn't mean anything to them.
On their nails, little hearts.
When they walk, the scent of perfume.
When the wind blows, hair not moving,
hairspray clinging to oversprayed whisps.
Big hair rules sex toys.
It is the night that moves them.
They take the lead, and draw in
what they need to take. Survival, they say.
The women who steal husbands say
they aren't bad people, the smell of stale perfume
more like smoke than roses.
Comments about The Women Who Steal Married Men by Louise Marie DelSanto
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye