beaver stream

 

I don’t want nothing from Primark it’s cheap and nasty

Like margarine pretending to be butter…

I’ll get you something you’ll be proud of

Wear over and over; look at again and again…

In your castle, like a king, the eunuchs will know I love only you.

 

We made love again that night as she sipped rijocha

And built roll ups from my pouch saying she had the right

In the cool of her champagne coloured room.

 

 

All was quiet except for her heavy breathing…as if she had just given birth

Birth to an orgasm which had limbs and a conscious but no heart

I was betraying myself. Thinking that she loved me…thinking she cared

Because she was riding me…telling me she loved me and I was hers…

The moon belonged to us as the sepia shadows danced

As the leaves stirred along the magnolia walls…

 

God knows my heart and I used to know His but I had been through so much that year

I gave in to the asking of this woman….we made love till she was tired

I didn’t climax but was grateful I had given her her wish…

Knowing I didn’t really want this I pretended to enjoy the experience

Because I thought one day she would change…

 

In the morning she sprang up out of bed…the alarm stirred me

But I only woke when she pulled the covers off me…

She changed the sheets alone and did her make up…

Said I had to go before the neighbours realize she had a stranger in her room.

 

So I got her a dressing gown from Jasper Conran…elegantly styled and

Laced…felt it was a fitting gift for the one I was going to spend endless nights with

Because I had let go of God…and my need to be married

She tried it on before Christmas day as she said she didn’t like

Surprises…said it was perfect but too short to keep out the cold…

And hide her ageing skin on her knees.

How much did it cost and do you have the receipt…I’ll take it back for you

And exchange it for one like the robes you’re used to.

 

I went up country to see my sister she doesn’t say much, but was the only time

I get to see her kids…then I remembered that shop, the one that sells designer

Yes I will surprise her as a coat is more fitting that a robe for my queen.

So the lady gift rapped the rare article and I was so dizzy with love I brought my

Sister two dresses and a shimmy top to cover her neck and arms.

I spent close to 300 pounds in that shop and didn’t care that I went over drawn.

 

She ripped open the present and said I told you not to buy me clothes

Then she took off her jumper and donned a t shirt and said she loved it…

Do you want your present it’s only a robe but its xxxl and they only sold them in bhs.

My ex-girlfriend works in that shop and I detested everything about it…

But I accepted it gratefully and kept it on whilst we made love and broke my vows.

 

Morning came and I was tangled in the dressing gown…she berated me for snoring

And asked again if I could leave early…

I said do you think you will be able to say you love me unless I am leaving you or we are

Making love? I told her I didn’t want sex anymore and she said she was not the marrying kind

I told her that I loved her as she changed the soiled sheets…and as usual she went on about some

Of the girls at work and said how much better than me she was but hated her job in beauty

Then said when are you going to find a job…

 

That afternoon I decided to put the dressing gown on a delicate wash…

She was abused as a child and I had to be patient…

Said money and nice things was her only comfort and that she only felt loved when she

Was drunk on ecstasy or some one was buying her things...

Carefully I unfolded the garment and looked for the washing instructions

And couldn’t believe what I saw….

The garment was from Matalan making Primark look like an expensive store.