The Perfect Wife Poem by James McLain

She has you hold her breast up,
Higher than normal, to adjust her bra
Before he does.
Allowing him time
To make her favorite dinner, orange muscles
With lemon and margaritas.
Procreation is an excercise, not a dance
When both are to tired.
The adjustment to unisex underware was
Easy to make it saved money.
Such love is the safty of sleeping side by side
In perfect trust.
Aware that somewhere else one plots to kill
The other.