The wife and a whore

A bygone time,
a victimless crime
I was at home
but not alone
We were two women
who enjoyed swimmin’
in a pond
in my pasture
I touched her breast
and had to ask her
Please stay
I want you so
Her lips met mine
She did not go.
The sun went down
the husband wondered
The sky was dark
and then it thundered
Several men
looked all night
Sure of trouble
while we delight
The sound of dogs
in the distance
My tongue had found her
without resistance.
Her torso bucked
then laid still
as my lover
savored the thrill
Satisfaction
Reciprocation.
We held each other
until it was light
A knock on the door
offered a fright
The murmur of men
exhausted and mad
We hid in the den
One said he had had
enough of the lies,
mischief and sin
Tried the door
but then broke in
Leading the way
was her spouse
dragged her naked
but gave me a blouse
“Cover yourself
We’re going to town
Everyone’s waiting”
He said with a frown.
A rope was placed
around my neck
tied to a horse
They had to check
the house for money,
food or goods
Opportunists,
thugs and hoods
One mile, two
I tried to maintain
but tripped in the mud
from previous rain
Finally,
Our destination
The citizens wait
Seething frustration
A kick to my shin
A tomato had found me
Because of the sin
they gathered around me
The women spat
The children stared
knowing that
I wouldn’t be spared
Shirt removed
breast swung free
arms together
so no one could see.
But not for long
my wrists were bound
to a post
and soon the sound
of the lash and the cheering
skin on fire
leather searing
My curves, my nipples
and buttocks they burn
as the wanton folk
had taken their turn
Not an inch of my body
hadn’t a welt
They decided to stop
just when they felt
I would die
Or be disfigured
Then the sound
of a trigger.
The woman with whom
I’d spent the night
came to my rescue
prepared to fight
Armed to the teeth
she cut me loose
Knowing the risk
was our noose.
Galloping hard
I thought it was funny
She’d taken the guns
and all of the money
from the homes
and the people
and all the tithing
beneath the steeple.
Mexico was the place
Where we’d find solace
and some grace.
We found the sun
and the sand
the endless beaches
A drink in hand.

The end