Wedding Night

I open my legs and close my eyes
I don’t know who it is this time
I don’t need to

They push inside me and feel my warmth
That white liquid drips down my legs
It looks like lace, a white tattoo seen by the finest eyes
The eyes that can see me for me

I don’t look taken
In fact, I look withheld
I walk with my swinging dress
A ribbon in my hair
A ring on my finger
That gets taken off

6,570 days lived and nights spent
Before I promised a man my soul
One night spent in white sheets and he was done
Purposed served
Oh, to spend my nights alone and next to him
I can’t be tied to just one

Who kisses me in the day, often changes by night
No one dares to call me his
They all know better, except my dear husband
To which I am not his bride but his prisoner
That it, until he leaves the key in reach
And I escape into the twilight sky
And I meet a man I met the day before
And his friend
And a friend of a friend
A stranger
A kiss on a sidewalk that leads to me being bent over in an alleyway
My legs in the air for a man’s face that I have not seen
His tongue licking my insides
His fingers toying with my pulsating, pulsating…
My legs shake in the air and my husband is dead asleep
I moan the names of Gods—alas the only names I know
I let two men take my nipples into their mouths
My arms over my head; I let them suck on me, caress me
Two at a time
I would give them all the milk they crave
And they would fill me up in kind
I walk home ragged, stumbling, numb
Grinning, a crown of victory over vows
I am wedded to pleasure
The bride of Dionysus
Committed to me