Wednesday 30 May 2012

Host

He knew of her yen when he married her,
nurtured it through the struggling years and then
let it loose, much to her surprise that he'd
spied on her all those years ago on her knees
behind the school, worshipping what she loved,
getting what she desired and now
getting it again with his loving help, though
he had to stop accompanying her to church because
as she knelt to accept the host
all he could see was the
hosts of men who had dyed those
pale pink lips with their
opalescent white.

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