SHIRLEY A. SERVISS
A woman at mid-life doesn’t want
to be a wife. She needs her own
bed so she can roam to any side
she likes after night sweats drench
her sheets. She needs to turn on
the light at will to read or write if
flights of mind won’t let her rest.
A woman at mid-life needs a
lover she can invite over
on days she wants to play
at pleasure. She doesn’t want
him to stay and expect dinner.
She has other ways to spend
her leisure time.