“A Life Worth Living”

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Second Thoughts

Hands steady, opening lock to abode,
“their” castle,
hurriedly, hungry,
looking forward to eating,
impatiently waiting to see her, “his wife”,
preparing necessary noonday meal…

Hands shivering, key turning greeted by
sounds escalating behind their bedroom door,
each octave achieved stripping his soul further,
simultaneously,
loud, breathing heavy,
matching his inhale for exhale,
weight of worlds now nestled on his shoulders,
faithful husband come home early, unscheduled,
to hear “his” wife caught in the throws of passion,
immediate reaction, varied,
first, assess worth of marriage, then react,
attack…

Kneeling down, peering through key hole,
palms cold though he existed in a calm panic,
feeling manic depressant state re-emerging,
beginning purging bloody crime scene images,
ending visions of single-grandparent raising
due to duel deaths,
both inflected by “his” shivering hands,
confidence in demand to the point where action
takes place,
astonishment has become his face,
now standing silent in “his” inner sanctum,
watching “wife” taking in a stranger from behind,
anger boiling, slowing, reflecting,
present now meshing with past…

…remembering choosing between
Pear or Marquis,
Two Carat or Three,
Platinum or White Gold,
uttering, “to love, honor, cherish and hold,”
now dwelling whether to respond in haste
or live to grow old, happily, with or without her…

Screams billowing, almost forced out with each thrust,
emotions rising, subsiding, high, low tiding,
disgust hiding firmly behind ego,
physical comparisons begin,
critique of anonymous man’s action, imperfections
swirl,
“his wife”, pleasured by another, never,
disgusting yet intriguing,
all moments leading up to “her” climax,
exciting, but bereaving, staying, now fleeting,
before contemplating leaving, he asks,
“is it as good as I?”
first, second “he” replies, “good is relative,
remain attentive, not jealous, relish this moment,
appreciate her being insatiable.”

His loathing immediately became playful,
replacing exhausted first “he” in her womb cradle,
nirvana!

Upon his withdrawal, removing of wedding band and
innocence, he began to understand the realism of
being wed; at all cost please your mate, with this
“he knew” her life was too precious to take…

…a week passed, she arrived from work late to find
"her best" friend and smiling husband naked laying in wait,
it was the beginning of a beautiful marriage,
the second step toward ruination…