Dearly

 Loved Margaret Atwood's poetry collection and

 sharing one of my favorite poem from the book. 

When you stumble upon your lover 

and your friend

naked in or on your bed

there are things that might be said

goodbye is not one of them.

You will never close that 

clumsily opened door

they'll be stuck in that room forever.

but did they have to be so naked?

so minus grace

floundering around as if in a spring puddle?

the legs too spindly

the waist too thick 

the flubbers here and there

the tufts of hair...

yes, it was a betrayal but not of you

only of some idea you'd had of them

soft-lit and mystic with

snowfall sifting down and a mauve December sunset

not this gauche flash this flesh akimbo

caught in the glare of your stare.

check out the book and enjoy all the poems!