She

he is much more refined than
my husband
who spends his days and nights
with his men,
inspiring them with gritty words
while the rain drips
liquid applause all around,
sound of leaves
falling
gnillaf
everywhere, forming a carpet.

i got used to bathing in his sight
of course it was deliberate,
i just became so lonely
waiting for the soldier to come home.
perhaps i wanted to be watched
by those sensitive eyes of his, i could
tell
he wanted me
because he was envious of my husband.

that poisonous venom envy
was eating away at his heart.
i wanted him too
because i could see through his eyes
to his anguish and pain.
the breeze blew his scent to me,
he would look away when i looked back at him
waiting
after all
there was not much to do as the wife of a soldier, i was
an ornament.

when he took me,
he was so ashamed of his action,
he went off to pray.

the breeze blew over my body
as i wondered...

night after night, the leaves
scattered their leaves.
the hardened eyes of my husband as
we made love
intertwined with the image of the king,
i lost myself in a sea of memories
when i was young
staring at two fighting boys.

could it be that
i had always loved the king?