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A bell rings in the night

A light clicks on

A set of stairs creak under the weight of slippered feet

He has come

As she knew he would

Always at the same time

Always on the same day

Always given and never taken for granted

A working model of charity

He looks as she knew he would

Tired, withdrawn, aging

She takes his hand, and his coat if it’s winter

Leads him to her kitchen

The room is dark

It always stays dark

Darkness for seduction, darkness for confession

He sits on the far left chair

She sits on his knee

He speaks and she listens

“I’m spent, I’ve nothing more to give.”

“It’s not time yet, you must go on, soon it will all be over.”

At the sound of her voice

He begins to cry

Loud, desperate, unmanly tears

Too painful to hear

He opens her gown and muffles his cries in her breast

Her warm skin, her warm beating heart

Always have the desired affect

He will sleep soon

Like the tired child he is

They will stay like this till daybreak

Then they will part company like strangers

Never seeing each other’s eyes.

 

He has a key to the house

But he never uses it

It makes her feel better when he announces his arrival

She is always in her slippers and robe

Always freshly washed

Always waiting

He cannot disappoint her

He can hear the soft padding on the stairs

It is his cue to ring the bell

The door opens

He puts his hand out to her

She takes it and they move forward.

 

It’s dark

She knows the way

He knows the way too

The chair in the kitchen on the far left is waiting

Pulled out in anticipation of his arrival

With a cushion for his back

He sits

She sits too

Always on his knee

Evenly distributing herself

The warm water still heating through her chest

She speaks and he listens

“I want it very badly, I keep trying, but nothing seems to change.”

“Don’t give up now, soon you’ll have everything you wish for.”

He looks at her and she turns her face away

Parts her gown and buries his head in her chest

They will stay like this for hours

The morning light will come

All will be as if nothing had happened

Nothing has happened

He will leave a stranger

He will come back a stranger.