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You Lay There
by Ken HarnischI slipped into the room
And your robe
Shortly thereafter.
You lay there
Supine and stonily;
Yawning when I was done;
Asking me if I enjoyed myself
I said I did
So as not to give you the satisfaction
Of thinking your unresponsiveness
Might stay my advances next time
But in the morning
I wasn’t sure what angered me more:
Your acquiescence or my aggression
I wore my doubts like
The Shroud of Turin
Thinking that just by having them
I was some kind of moral exemplar
A saint of the satin bed sheets:
Reduced to taking what he could not win
Or convince to join him willingly.
A man with needs, is the way I put it
And you just yawned again
I have them, too, you know
You said.
When you figure out
What they are
You’re welcome to me
But until then, darling…
I’m locking the door at night.
12/13/2010 Author's Note: ... after hearing the snippet of a dialogue between two married neighbors, an imagining...
Posted on 12/13/2010
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/13/10 at 03:38 PM Hopefully men today are somewhat more in tune to what their partners 'needs' might be. I was fortunate to have had some good teachers early on in my life. Really good write Ken. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/13/10 at 08:56 PM A pretty damn awesome imagining, too. |
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