ADULTERERS'S DREAM
By Linda Nixon
Copyright 1996
He dwelled on the edge of that unprotected harbor.
His home not any stronger then the framework for an Arbor.
He gazed through a balsa wood window suspended in mid-air.
what he saw resembled trouble,
but he didn't seem to care.
Inside he reasoned he was wise enough to side step any snare.
But it was his own passions of which he wasn't aware.
His weaknesses should have caused him fear.
His eyes fixed on a ravishing woman dressed in ashen white,
dancing seductively on the other side of Barrier Bay.
A separation that was meant to stay.
The more of her his surprised eyes partook,
the closer the other side of that gulf looked.
She lifted up her torn wedding gown as she spun around.
Pale legs framed by shreds of satin that created an eerie sound.
A slight that would turn any man's head.
Her mouth was covered in bright scarlet red.
As if she had eaten something alive, not dead.
Dark mysterious eyes held promises of stimulation,
encouraging an uncomplicated association.
She tilted her head,
a smirk appeared.
She brooded,
she pouted,
she waited.
Her black hair was tucked up under a golden crown veil.
Beside her bowed a wild beast that wailed.
Something about her was strangely handsome.
With a wave she bid him come.
He should have turned away.
He should have run.
He should have prayed.
Instead he decided he wanted to reach her.
With the excuse the truth was what he wanted to teach her.
So he tore down his flimsy wooden shack.
Quickly he made himself a simple,
unstable raft.
Sadly, that foolish guy never came back.
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