Dave the dildo

She called it ‘Dave’,
After one who got away,
They have been together so long,
She can’t imagine a time without him
In her –
Life.

He outlasted all the others,
He was with her through breakups,
Abortions,
The menopause.

He has known thousands of batteries,
As well as every fold of her vagina,
The entrance to her arse,
The entrance to Steve’s,
Who afterwards developed an interest in men.

The end where the batteries go,
No longer stays shut,
Without the help of tape.
She has to hold it just so,
To keep the tape from rubbing against her.
It is not the best thing to realise,
In the midst of the act,
That your lover is held together with tape,
And that you are responsible.

Close your eyes and imagine,
That Dave is Jim,
Alex,
Henry,
Or Dave who got away.

A few tears as he goes in the bin,
Then swiftly forgotten,
As ‘William’,
Made in China,
Enters her –
Life.

Gerald Lee Jordan
Diamond Harbour NZ
07 March 2013