When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreamsWon’t know that I can make storms
And quiet themWith just a breath
When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them
With just a breath
mentalnotes1 
Wow! Beautiful is such an understatement for how perfect this is. Love it.
This is a powerful poem, says so much about the strength/power of a woman, the weakness of a man and unknown reason of many unsaid things. I know some would not agree with my assessment 🙂
Thank you for acknowledging this piece.