Raiders (Round 2)
Let's workshop this poem about the changing dynamics of intimacy in a marriage over time, from early passion to the eventual familiarity or even monotony
Raiders
No one jacks off sniffing their wife’s panties—
not fiercely, at least. Years yet to pile like laundry,
yeah okay: you might catch sight of some crust,
some tangy smear, and slink off to a safe space
out of instinct, stroking for that bygone burst—
only to discover, in the end, some nagging void.
A decade in is a different story. You dangle them
over the washer with a pinch, wincing at the skids.
