The world has been trembling beneath the weight of war, displacement, and rising cruelty toward those who live and love freely. And in this crazy world full of grief and division, I wanted to write a poem about quiet miracles of safety, tenderness, human connection and sexual healing. It’s also about remodelling your house into a BDSM sex dungeon once you are separated and the kids leave home.

2025 the year of change.
The constellation of our families rearranged.
Opened our relationship up to a three
The year of The Dare! And polyamory.

The Dare!, our welcoming sexy safe space
Designed for pleasure, third and fourth base
Puts a stupid smile on your stupid face
A place where you can taste something you always wanted to taste.

It was the year I went big on poetry
I did a heuristic inquiry and got a Master’s degree
Cut all contact with my ex-husband, finally.
Experiencing less hostility, generally.

Your wife and daughter also gone, less stress.
Packed up their stuff, packed up their mess.
Space to breathe and dream and address,
What it means to have a relationship considered “success”.

A hazy summer of laughter and fun
Lounge around without our pants in the sun
Sexy scenes and a buffet after.
An exciting new chapter.

Your dogs no longer there to bark and stink
And delivery Dave’s not knocking for their confirmation ink
Plates not piling up in your sink.
A calmness descended, you’re back from the brink.

Re-decorated, celebrated, liberated.

Reclaim your house, the garden, the shed
Rearrange the bedrooms and have a spare single bed
A creative thought pops into your head
Build your own mirrored playroom in black and red.

Time, money and health.
Hot, fit, curious its own kind of wealth.
Become a nightclub owner by stealth.
Dildos and vibrators displayed on your shelves.

All my spare time is miraculously zapped
As I scroll for slutty clothes to buy off a Chinese app
You’re in tight metallic shorts so there’s no swag gap
And two women crawl all over you and dance on your lap

Dress up, dick around, eat, and repeat
Net curtains flapping across your street
Black patent thigh high boots on my feet
Wigs and body stockings in the summer heat

We didn’t let work get in the way
Got a balance giving time to play
Plan and book sexy holidays
And if there’s something you need or want, say.

In a world that seems to be going out of whack
I feel really, really lucky that
When it’s all too much I can go to The Dare! and close the door
And throw a pile of slutty clothes from a Chinese app on to your floor.