THE DEMON WIFE

In the black of night
such fantastic dreams beckon
and lure him away
from his sleepless wife's side
to fly, faithless-winged,
the eccentric air
which she, suspicious spouse,
cannot share so remains
with unseeing flame-eyes straining;
gripping, white-knuckled, duvet cover:
twisting curses into polyester;
while imagination taunts
with images of an errant mate
roaming free among Moon-cast sirens.
So excluded, in fury, she can only wait
until deafening dawn chorus
prompts his unwilling return
and she can call open
those guilty eyes and suck out
every detail of all
that night-long stole him,
then with red demon claws
tear to shreds those temptresses
and superimpose her own face
onto voluptuous curves
before that awakening truant consciousness
has time to record the difference.