Who faithful lies still with their wives?
Their wives are gone
their wedding none
can ever find
'mongst
unlabelled boxes
She bends and grows
toward the sunlight of
attention
that burns her face
her thighs, her cheeks
and leaves her chilled
each night of the week
O faithful husband
also lies alone,
he does not know her
does not feel her throat
their wedding done
their needs like plums
grow side by side
til strangers come to pluck them
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