from her land
and now her man
who pulled at her strings nearby,
I saw her swelling
worried smile.
So I watched
and all the while
she made it hard
for her man
not to twist
and wind her up into his hands.
She lifted her skirt
and I watched her shamelessly,
tending to her supple thighs,
when not transfixed
by coal burnt eyes.
And there inside
those coal burnt eyes
lay on her side
a mother,
daughter,
and a bride
undressed and writhing throughout time.
Her flirting,
fucking,
drinking wine.
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