MONTHS

It's been months

Long -cold months

of laying on this gray silky sheets

in anguish 

my legs quiver- in slow anticipation

for your smooth fingers to creep all over

but

your icy stares quench 

the bottled up flames in my naked bosom

Each morn,

my unsuckled plump moulds sag their heads

only to tighten-hot when they hear 

your footsteps in the hallway

It's been months

Long- cold months

of locked up fired-passion

not 

melted into oneness by you

I hug my body, clad in shivers as 

I twist

moan

with desire 

yet

you  crawl and cling to unfinished paper work

I stand before this mirror

brushing my teeth in the monotonous rhythm 

I scrubbed this bathroom floor,

waiting 

for you to turn up

so I kiss you goodnight 

but I'm left here 

French-kissing my mentholated spit

The hours I spent seemed like minutes 

to oil my legs

Just so they shine like the cooking pot on the hearth

Even with my new waist beads 

of different colours and shells

your roving eyes never batted

 from your football game

My mind reeks

and 

my heart weeps 

at the thousands of unspoken words that swarm my mind

It's either my husband 

finds joy in the legs of  another

or

I'm undesirable!