The Master Bedroom

Give yourself marks out of ten - no, not true,
of course, it might or may not apply to you;
the curtains are drawn, in the dark again,
more comfortable, you can't see imperfections plain.

Who invented this game - we know, it's not a game,
but whatever it is, someone's in the 'blame' frame,
for all the emotional hang-ups and other things,
the endorsements, catch 22, that heady love brings.

They say it's a thing of beauty, given by creator,
although was it thought thro' by God, our maker;
bedrooms in Eden must have been caves, look now,
it doesn't matter, still people, same problems anyhow.  

The lights flashed behind the bedhead, low score,
performance inadequate because you wanted more.