REAL LIFE, TRUE LIFE
In middle age
routines stake out our lives.
Ambushed by duty
our responses are dictated by expectations,
but in a secret place
a fierce joy burns
Sometimes, in the middle of a week,
irresponsibly
in the middle of the day
we come together
with such extraordinary passion,
delighting in sensuous pleasures.
These meetings rarely disturbed by reality,
inhabit another dimension,
are play of the most serious kind
generous, wordless.
Respectability is merely a habit
thrown over our insanity.
By Glena Baptiste
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