Irony of Deception

The clock chimed eleven as she tiptoed through the hall Her long gown flowing with movement due to passing breeze Her steps downstairs were quiet and ever so careful As she opened the door, sneaking out with great ease Her husband was fast asleep in the second floor suite She abhorred his very presence, his body, his ways She’s been sneaking out for what seems two months now Into the evening hours, under the moonlight, to play The man she meets is one of certain questionable virtue She fears him, but is attracted to his outward charm Their passion plays out each evening so deceitfully Though, her husband knows no reason to be alarmed He sleeps, or so she thinks, when she ventures out each eve Without her knowing, another takes her place in their bed The neighbor’s wife has loved him for nearly a year now As to his arms all her needs and desires are being fed Upon her return, again, he pretends to be sleeping She has her lover, a secret she thinks, and he has his Pulling the blanket to her chin and cozying up next to him She leans to his face and upon his cheek, gives a kiss They’ll continue this life as happiness is theirs A marriage of comfort, with their loves on the side He, knowing of hers, but she not knowing at all Stays quiet, keeping peace, and from her, his secret hides