Voluptuousness

I search through this dry dusty

Life like a miner, seeking a

Glint of diamond in dusky

Coal. When first I laid eyes on

That supple young wife, any

Decency left in my heart

Was snuffed like a candle in

A storm. Tender and trusting,

She came to my bedroom and

Her bodice was open, I

Lapped at her breasts which tasted

Of sweetness and beauty and

Youth. I ravaged her and brought

The beast from within with her

Skirts flying upwards we came.

Would I could keep her but we

Heard her husband come calling,

Till next time, my redemption

Into the Abyss

Lost in the woods on

My morning jog, I found my

Way and returned home.

But everything had

Changed. My cherished wife was now

My foe, having been

Instructed on the great

Litany of my wrongs by

Some unknown scribe. She

Viewed me askance, and

All my efforts to engage

Were thwarted. Broken,

Dissolute, the streets

I wandered until

The beat of some infernal

Drum summoned me to

March, in a crowd of

Damned like me. We followed the

Rhythm, to our doom.

The Pup

At a loss to bring

Joy to her face or to

Her heart, I brought her

An Akita pup.

The scampering dog livened

Our relationship.

I knew this wouldn’t

Last, and we’d one day quarrel

Over to whom the

Dog belonged. But for

Today, she was happy, and

I treasured it so.