a lady and a pillow

 A lady and a pillow

I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse
not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to
the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile
 so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure
of a skeleton?
The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel
 but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam
like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question
had been of a sultry nature
The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums
 dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths
 wide chairs and soft music
“Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but
wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers
to the pillow.