My husband is at a meeting
Where only men are allowed
To gather, each wearing
Their Penguin Suit.
I turn on the stereo
And music saturates
The rooms of my house.
Suddenly I am thin and sleek...
As agile as when I was twenty,
Thirty-five; my body medicine free.
I dim the lights and the candle's glow
Fills the living room. I embrace a bed
Pillow, the pillow long and soft and
Perfumed of line-dried freshness.
We dance to the old songs,which evokes
Memories that I've saved for nights
Like this. But my energy lasts only
A short time. I place my partner in bed,
Exhausted. Then I'm back on the couch
Tapping my fingers to the rhythm
Of the last song.