IN THE VALLEYS
They've been to the pictures in Pontypridd
Yul Brynner, they're not sure which film
they can't concentrate what with the
scent and lust in suspension.
Commercial traveller takes time out
over in the valleys. Her home
quite forlorn on the steep industrial street.
All this is in his mind
as they ascend the stair
the revelatory behind
close enough for violation.
The simple lonely room comes to life
there is flesh, a clashing of teeth
yield and surge
shoes kicked away
and the rain is sparkling in Pontypridd.
His briefcase secure with its way of life
on the cutwork runner
he breathes the long gusts of
wallpapered and mahogany sin
as she flushes and sighs,
Already he is sullied
the old urges sated
the dull ache of guilt overriding.
knowing nothing of this.
Factories await, samples to be shown
jokes shared, hands shaken
and, like the sealing of fate
he pulls the door to
while she makes the bed.