Games

While you were in the shower, Love,
I took your clothes and hid them.
Dry, and washed, and smelling good
You came into the den
"Where are my duds, you lousey creep?
I put them on the bed!"
I asked the cats in great dismay
If only they could solve it:
The mystery of the missing shorts,
Of pants, and shirt, and shoes.
"Beats us," I said, "I guess they're gone;
I s'ppose you'll have to buff it!"
You lay full length in sunshine
With golden light surrounded.
You propped yourself upon one arm
And looked beneath eye lashes.
"I guess," you said, "there is no help
Or hope for you, until you fuck me good.
I took your car's distributor;
You can't drive off without it!"
I stripped off clothes and lay beside you
In light and warmth and love.
We took our pleasure and we laughed
At endless games we played.

Copyright © Worley Reynolds.