Wife Poem by Daffodil Decarie

My Love, I show the image to my friend.
He says the boy in me has grown up already.
Evolved fully, a mermaid surfaced.

He’s face was steady,
looking at the middle section of my body.
” I want to lay in your tummy.”
I expected he’d drool on my breast.

He elucidated..

“The belly holds the baby.”
“Full of agony, yet it’s a divine mystery.”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“You know my mind, heart and soul..”
“Made love with you.”

My esophagus twisted.
Jealousy encapsulated the brain of my hubby.
My friend behold the image of me.

In a split second, he whispered-
“My jaws are locked.”
“I’m like a rock,
Some people like it, some don’t.”
“Depends, what they’re wanting from me.”

In solemn sadness,
my lips utter words of ecstacy.

“It might look like just a rock.
“But an enticing rock.”
“I wonder how the rock would like it.”
“If my buttom sit on it.”

Pictures- Images of your nakedness,
replaces my anxiety with tranquility.
Baby, he’s just a friend,
admiring your wife’s beauty.