The Mad Wife

Relationship…he said
necessitates an irresistible involvement
involvement? What kind of involvement? I asked…
is involvement a mystery
just confined in the contours of our bodies
or is it my wild eyes
when I feel your lips…
is it your touch
which loosens something at my chest
or is it my fear of masks
in the bedroom and bath
is it your biological presence
diminished by the volume of your Armani suit
or is it my inflated ego
with an open neckline

‘Oh! You question a lot’-he said.
his hand wandering over my bare arm
waiting for a second at the birth mark of my neck
…the me-questioning again but in silence…
is involvement the smell of Cartier...
the perfume he is wearing…