We Are Done, Penelope

Penelope
walked in the spacious bedroom
slowly.
At its center  
she stood facing Ulysses
who laid on his bed
across her
curled up and shaking.
 
He rolled up off the bed
and ran to her.
Down on his knees he went
before her.
He grasped around her waist
and held her tight
pressing  
the side of his face
on her tender belly.
 
"We are done, Penelope!"
he mumbled
"Those pretenders to my throne
bought off the troops
and turned them against me!"...
 
Time after time
had Penelope favored him
with the look
that gifted him with confidence and cunning.
 
Not anymore!
Bored to death and tired of
his game
she wiggled out of his grasping hands.
 
"I told you, didn't I?
Go fight Troy along the other
good for nothing Greeks
and leave the Pretenders to me!
But, no, not you!
You stayed glued to Ithaca... You stayed glued to me",
she scolded him
walking out of the spacious bedroom
slowly.