For 15 years each time they made love
she’d take hot water and a washcloth
wipe him front and back from above
head to foot as he lay like a sloth
basking in their shared afterglow
although he loved her ministration
every bit he had of her would flow
down the sad drain by her lavation.
Afterward she would go back home
covering clues, such a clever sleuth,
leaving him in his apartment alone
fading from her reality, his truth:
a life he never anticipated
but somehow accepted as fated.
Oooh ... I'm so intrigued! I don't think she's the married one ... why would she clean him? She's removing traces of herself from him ... I think she's his carer ... there's a reason why he's laying like a sloth ... in his head it's love but to her ... she's maybe being paid? Sorry to sully it if that's not the case.
I can't wait for the riddle to be solved! :-) x
15 years is a long time talking about betrayal. She is washing him down sounds like washing the sins away. There is something not right with both of them unless they get aroused by this game they are playing. Eventually someone will get hurt and it is not going to be her. She is clever. Very interesting provoking and yet truthful. It happens all the time. All the best