Beauty Unsung

You can’t brag to the guys at the bar about banging your wife
romantically, frantically, upside down in paradise drunk inside a cage a cave or on the moon
in a monsoon or
tenderly for the first time in weeks
it’s still your wife and
no one wants to hear about old stable sensible affections
when their lives have so many chains already

but bang the bar-slut that’ll bang a billiard cue
in a pinch or for kicks
and there is not a Mount high enough for…