We bought a house together
In waltzed another
It was ment to be
a loving home for her and me
We had our daily arguments
a rash - impediments
But our sex was like
a picturesque gliding kite
Sure we had our lows
tantrums – closed doors
Yet there was stirring passion
playful times with affection
The bedroom – my sanctuary
a place of intent - necessity
Then a huge turn off for wife
punishment in degrees – strife
A house full of rooms
I could’ve been living on moon
Sure – comes regret
Our drifting is out the closet
Thank goodness for open door
where I’d come and go
No guard with jingling keys
telling me when not to sneeze
