He chose to neglect
a nursing spouse,
restless in the marriage bed;
comfort solely to a son
fresh from the womb.
He chose flesh, instead;
the cunt of a wanton woman.
Smell of feckless sin,
restless in a wedded state,
his needs differed
from her wants.
Damage done. Decades later,
she reminds herself
how unworthy she was
of a love not born from her.
He never knew.
He never cared.

© 2019                                    j.g. lewis

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