THE LETTER SAFE.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN AND HER SECRET LOVERS' LETTER
She has the letter safe,
tucked out of sight, pushed between breasts beneath her dress. She has read it so often she knows it by heart, each word, each phrase he used, the images his words had conjured. Her hands shook when the letter came, her husband just across the table; his eyes on his own mail not hers, his dark eyes scanning the page. She thought she had blushed when the words touched her eyes, when the images rose before her sight. Now in her room alone, her husband out on his business, she pulls out the letter again, holds it between fingers, sniffs the pages, the smell of ink and sweated brow. She holds it to her breasts, near where her heart lies, pushing it closer, wanting to put it into her heart’s tick and hold. Her first lover in marriage, her husband unaware, not guessing why she blushed or her hands shook. He talked of business and Brinston’s hunt and the need for the hounds to be ready. She sat sensing the paper near her heart, tucked between breasts, his words burning their way into her mind, gazing at her husband’s jaw, his nose, the way it slightly hooked over his glass of wine. Now standing by the tall window she peers on to the lawn, sees the roses, the high hedges, the old gardener rising and bowing as he tended work. She reads the letter once more, mouthing the words like a child new to learning, a finger moving across the page, the painted nail touching. She looks across to the nearby woods, the beckoning darkness, the place where she lay, where he held her, kissed her and in the shadowy part gave herself in body and held him to her heart. © 2013 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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