Pause

It was during the vows. I thought
of my wrists tied, I don't know,

to a chair with my bare ass
thrust in the air, helpless,

and indefensible. And then you
would take me. That wasn't how,

of course, and your chaste mating
with me is fine. I am fine with it.

I am happy to accept you; you as
my husband. Your rights are rights.

I am satisfied with you. And yet,
my heart ponders those odd thrusts.