Handmaiden’s Betrayal
Her exhaustion has left her
beyond the ability to sleep.
Turning on the nightstand light,
she picks up the novel
she has been reading.
It is useless.
The words will not connect
in any meaningful context.
She closes the book and
places it next to her in the bed.
She is aware of her hand
sliding underneath her night gown.
“Not now.” She rebukes the hand.
The hand advances below her navel.
Again, she admonishes the hand.
But the hand has become
a truant hand and explores.
She seeks to stop it
By crossing her legs.
However, those appendages
are now in league with the hand
and Y instead.
Now the hand
has become his hand.
Her resolve deteriorates.
It is now a rogue hand.
There is a hardening in her breasts.
Perspiration beads form
on her wrinkling forehead.
She is cognizant of her breaths
that have aligned with the legs and hand.
Several minutes later,
she relaxes.
Now the outlaw hand
begins to rob her again.
“This is not going to happen again,”
she whispers halfheartedly
and tries to regain control
of the delinquent hand.
But her will power is expended.
Slowly and softly,
she uses a pillowcase
to wipe away the salty beads.
Reaching over to replace
the novel and turn out the light,
she accidentally knocks
the funeral card
dated three days ago
to the floor.
R. Gerry Fabian is a published writer and poet from Doylestown, PA. He has published five books of poetry: Parallels, Coming Out Of The Atlantic, Electronic Forecasts, Wildflower Women, Pilfered Circadian Rhythm as well as his poetry baseball book, Ball On The Mound.
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