Desperadas

Sometimes some lost and lonely housewife I know well and knew put glossy lip stick on and subtle pastel shade mascara plucked his brows and shaved the pits of desperation the dust and grime the secretive desire longing He cleaned the oven layered peeled the onion emerged in mouth watering cheese cakes mixed the sweet and sour chilly icing with fresh fromage fermenting homage to a new beginning of transition from the desperation Not my cup of tea the make up with tattoos the belly ring and hairy monsters on his pectoral and deltoid muscles but the pastry pasted shaken not so pious pies tasted passionate the scent of musky mushroom vanilla cinnamon the whole cliché of home made cooking steaks for power sweet desert aphrodisiac temptations for the palate palace coup palladium palliating plights of unforeseen façade and masquerade Defeating gender stereotypes and prejudice his wife left broom cuisine and cruising hoovers steely wool to his resolve and elbow grease but the good partner who she was helped with the dishes when the dishy romance ceased to be when both of them were desperate shattered broken devastated wives and house mates Their Pandora’s box the can of wriggly worms once opened left his bosom swell his skin and features soften the pheromones transform their scent aroma tone and meter of their conversation pitched up once the vocal chords strung higher and he cut the naval chord which boxed him for so long in a body of a stranger My friend and desperate house wife Paul is Paula now and she lives with her girl another gender convert and is not incarcerated not desperate any longer she is free Her ex-wife Ruby lives with Rosa now transcending yet another artificial boundary in rapturous coming of time and liberation and I love them dearly just the same 19th June 2016 Written for contest: Desperate Housewife Sponsor Poet Destroyer A