Slash Slash, Screech Screech

She does not go to bed before midnight.
The hour will ring early morning before
she finishes her book and puts it down.
She is nude all the time, legs splayed, pillow
under her knees. The dog sleeps by her side.
Man has his legs under her legs — one falls
over the couch — his back rests flat, his head
on the armrest; he is asleep tonight.

She puts her book as far as she can reach,
stretching as she does so and he, aroused,
becomes alert only to what posture
can do for sex when two conjoin so well.

Pissed off is he who was pushed off by she
Who was on top because he was under.