The Evening of a Second Wife

How does it feel being his second?

The Evening of a Second Wife

We arrive after sunset at the beach,
And you grab my hand and lead me
To our spot near the shore

I follow you
like a warrior
trudging after the tribal chief
in the darkness
all senses sharpened
like the tip of a spear;

My ears ring
with the throb throb throb
between my legs
getting louder and louder
like a drum beat
signaling for war.

This evening
I should be putting on
my battle mask
to ask you
about your promise
to divorce your Muslim wife

But instead here I am :

Entranced by
the thrust of your hips
rising and falling
in sweetness and violence
between my legs
stabbing and stabbing
into my soul
so violent and loud
that everything
within me around me
pulsate and throb:

with my battle mask askew
I want
and wait
For more.