Whos Been Screwing Around

swoosh of the vacuum swipe of cloth in circular patterns. climbing up step stool. snatching away cobwebby art. searching for spaces to permanently stash. sensuous path of cleaning cupboards and their concentric circle knobs. the daily sway and swing of caring for the darling home she occupies. dressing before the eyes of the mirror, mere steps before the date with her sweetheart husband, who's been screwing around his loving home, hammering alone, sweating with serious thought, trying to ignore the scent of her, the bounce of her hair, the swish of satin, delicious lips and palpitations inside his muscular chest. the shower with its glorious shine rinses away his hard work. he unhurriedly dresses, remaining cool and charming. keys jangle, industrious home locked, engine rumbles in the chill of the night. light conversation and cocktails. home again, she stops him from entering. a pause, a kiss under the moon and stars before he takes her to Jupiter and Mars 8/23/2018