Playing House

She works late
On Tuesdays
And depends on us
To take care of your kid
Go to the store
Cook our dinner

You come
To pick me up
Walk into my house
Without knocking
Kiss me hello
Ask if I have any breadcrumbs
Laugh as I rummage for them
I am tidy in your kitchen but
Mine is a well used whirlwind

We leave
You open my car door
And hold my hand as you drive
We talk
About our day
About dinner
My hand in yours
Feels safe and warm and good

We walk into
Your mom’s house
She and your boy
Greet me warmly
It is not unusual
To see us together
I chat with your mom
About soap operas
The news
The weather
And then we head home

We make
Your little guy
A burger
He eats and
Heads downstairs
To play video games
Leaving us
Alone

We each have an idea
For dinner
Yours sounds better
And anyway
I like watching you cook
So I make us martinis
And salad
While you pound
And dredge
And fry

We work well
Together
In the kitchen
Cooking
Chatting
Touching
Kissing

Wanna know what I want to do?
I ask, and you smile and say
Yes. Tell me.
I wanna make out with you
On your bed.
You pause
Go to the sink
Wash and dry your hands
And say
Ok. Let’s go.
You take my hand in yours and
Lead me down the hall
To your room.

You push me onto the bed
I crawl backwards
To your side
And then you are on top of me
And we are kissing
We kiss really well together
After a few decadent minutes
I say
Tonight
When you get in bed with her
You will think of this
Of me

And we go back
To the kitchen
Smiling
Set the table
For three
Pour wine
For three
And chat
As we wait
For your wife
To come home
To us
For dinner